Date: 1/27/2009

My poetry

She's runnin frm her shadow she dont want to be the person it beholds. A dark, depressd self inflicted grl wit wounds frm her heart bleedin into her soul. Pain she feels no more with cuts to her arms she bleeds to b alive. Transparent like a glass windo shes clear, almost invisable. Close to the edge she begs 4 sum 1 to pull her up, or better yet, push her off.

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