January 17, 2008
In my dreams, filling my head, the dreams of me being dead.
The thoughts flow through my head, like blood from my wrist, the ideas of suicide slowly twist.
But through the haze lies a light, this thing called love is a saving flight.
The coming of you has signified a new era in my life, I thank you, my love, for saving me strife.

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