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for my best friend
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for my best friend |
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Kellie545 Junior Member
since 2003-02-20
Posts 10 |
nights of tears turn to nights of blood the mascara running down your face now leaves scars across your wrists you know i would help you if i could you know i will try my hardest but your social drinks become daily and alone in the early mornings i reach out my hand as you slip away but you grab for the needle instead and fall into a dreamworld of drugs remember when Alice fell in the hole she never considered how she'd get out again i barely recognize you anymore but i'm still here to help and "At Your Funeral" plays in my car as i go to your house to try again ~kellie~ |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a sad but a great write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
harsh portrait of your friend, but powerfull early descriptions. -majnu |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad |
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