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Author: darkquill
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-29-05 - Updated: 04-29-05 - Complete - id:1899110

HER

sitting here all alone
casted by the lurking shadows
everything turned into a stone

crying until my eyes ran dry
my dignity forever lost
regrets, sorrows and pains drive me insane

my father did it to me that fateful twilight
somebody will fly, the angel for me is a devil
i must cut her hopeless wings!

now weeping at the dark corner
blood dripping in my legs, hands and arms
finally, the knife is red and nobody is breathing...



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