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Sorrow has swallowed my deprived soul, but partically but practically whole. My soul's been twisted and hurt,not just from sorrow..I've always been treated like dirt. It's black and bruised,bloody and sore...but there's always just so much more. More depression and sorrow and pain. The more there is the more blood pours from my viens. Sorrow has swallowed my soul as well as me..all i ask is to be let be,just let me lay here and bleed. I;m still waiting for that thing I need,to please come back to me. Though he can't see what he's done to me. So now I know he won't return I'll set fire to every hope and dream. Remember depression is a hidden thing, not every smile is what it seems....





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