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written for my little cousin Daniel Price,
R.I.P. Danny
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Hold my hand,Bring me to reality,Save me, from who i am,andrescuemy future,before its too late,before i mess upagain,just freaking save me from myself..
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As the blood drips down her arms,She screams and cries for her life,As she awakens, she remembers the dreams of her past,Still haunting her like it wa..
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She waits below the window of a grey house,she is silenced by a dark shadow,she cannot speak for she is afraid,she is waiting for someone to help her,..
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depression is always secretly there, and i still see the old me
when i look in the mirror, my reflection fades as i slide to the floor
crying,cant..
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through the darkest of shadows, love shall conqour, and peace and
dignity will follow,i see no light but often hear the voice of my past
speaking ..
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~Reality~*Bring, Bring* The alarm clock on Sara's desk rings loudly, waking her in a frantic state.. Her eyes open as she reaches for her cell phone. ..
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