fading memories,
smiles to start,
sobs in between,
a paining heart,
tips of fingers,
turning blue,
am I gonna die?
all by myself...without you,
blood comes rushing,
in my head,
silent whispers,
prompt me ahead,
will I go or will I stay,
come along to find which way...
Friday, September 04, 2009
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