Unknown [ 12/26/09 ]
It's quiet,No one's around.
She thinks and waits,
To hear the sound.
The voices, they come
And tell her to die.
She fights and fights,
Until she cries.
They leave, thery're gone
But only for a bit.
She's sad and mad
Why doesn't she just quit?
Her friends
Help mend
The pain she feels around her
Yet she sits and stares
Into the unknown of what is out there
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