January 16, 2009
Im dying in my flesh
My blood runs deep
Drowned in misery and broken promises
Only escape...death
Is there a thing as a "black soul"? Or does that make me "soulless"
Someone save me
My voice is the ink of a pen
My only true friend being paper
I feel myself falling
I know the truth of the world...there is none
To late im already down
So many regrets

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