Going out in a blaze of glory, The lonely girl crys alone.She pulled the blade across the familiar line,Then forever the girl rests at home.A little deeper this time she says,And all the pain disappears;From whatever they said to depress,Or even confirm her worst fears.Many times she cried out to those around her,But resorted to the comfort of the blade.Nothing could ever relieve her pain,Not even the ultimate choice she made.She thought of the one she loved;And how he made her feel over time.She wanted to live without this cloud above,and thought of her last rhyme.Going out in a blaze of glory, The lonely girl crys alone.She pulled the blade across the familiar line,then forever the girl rests at home.Brittany A. Benoit04/01/09
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Well... when i found out i was sick i got depressed... yay for diabetes ...
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