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Casp3r's Blog
5-15-2011
Posted by Casp3r on 2011-07-25 19:34:32.
I sneak down to the river,
When both of them fight,
It's surrounded by trees,
They block out all the light.
As it gets darker,
And the clouds roll in,
I go back to the house,
Lock myself away,
And wish I was thin.
I lean against the closed bedroom door,
Hearing dear sweet mother yell,
Cupboard doors slam,
Glasses and plates break,
And now,
More than ever,
I know that I'm a mistake. No comments
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