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Waining Stenghth

My strength is quickly waining,
I don't know how much more of this I can take,
Because I'm hurting,
and no one's there to heal me,
Because I'm crying,
and no one's there to dry me eyes,
because I'm calling,
and no one's there to answer me.
I don't know how much more I can take.
I'm ripping at my seams,
I'm shattering my glass,
I'm breaking into pieces,
and I don't know how much more I can take.
I watch myself bleed,
I watch the blood trickle down,
and know that there's nothing left,
and that I don't think I can take anymore.



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GabbyLyn said...
Apr. 7, 2012 at 9:36 pm
Awesome!! I love how deep this gets!
 
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