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A short story from a father and daughters point view of a long lost daughter returning home.

You wanna know what suiciders think? We think about the method First we figure out how we're going to do it Then we invision ourselves doing it ..

Once a mighty quilt, is now a welthering sheet I can't fly with these wings anymore This broken soul is too much to carry What a shame I haven't..

Miss Misery followed me home today She said she wanted to talk to me I wasn't in the mood, but I listened away She reminded me of all the failur..

There is no yesterday to remember about you We don't have any before's to think about All of my after's are without you And my last ending begin ..

The first time I saw the ballerina dance I wondered what she meant Was the dance speaking to someone, or was she telling a story? Is the dance a..

Minutes go by like hours on days like this Nothing but clear thoughts and loose dreams filling my head Until I'm burned out Someone says somethi..

smile on my face/ tears in thoat tell a joke for laughs/ screaming with repulsion my life is great/ another suicidal thought help my friends/ stugg..

With my head wrapped in a white vail I see all that His Majesty won't give me. I'm awarm heartwith a sour soul. Nothing left to do but beg for happ..

Standing in the eye of a circle as the world continues to revolve around me I feel the pressures of life hitting me in my face With each striking ..