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Post by Willow Short on May 20, 2007 21:52:38 GMT -5
Who do you turn to when the tideings are so bad??
Your mother?
the one who warned you about things like this,
the life you seem to be reliving?
your brother?
who could care less,
too glued to the PS2 to tell your hurting inside?
your grandmother?
whos out at the doctors,
too busy to care about some childish hurt?
your so called friend?
who commited the crime,
the crim of ripping out your heart and stomping on it,
trying to patch it up with half thoughten words?
or the one whos always there for you?
hidden in the shados, the one only you can see,
who cares and wont let you grab that blade and open a vain.
My bleeding heart goes to JayJay, I love you baby bro.
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