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Thursday, September 14, 2006


-The Sad Story V1-


The Sad Story, V1


Broken, sceraming, crying, pained
Suffering under the evil's reign
Hated, despised, kept enslaved
In the end she walked on suicide's lane

It's a sad sad story, really
A broken girl, crying for all to see
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Nobody even cares, she was told

She was slowly breaking apart
Torn, her lonely desolate heart
Nobody heard her cry
Towards her everyone was selectively blind

Broken, screaming, crying, pained
After awhile she wasn't completely sane
Hated, despised, held enslaved
Dead, the girl who had cried softly in the rain


.Kaylin and Bernice.
.The Wifiiees.
.End.



| so spoken! @ 9:10 PM|

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