somethings wrong
I'm sitting here,
Shaking in my chair,
i can here the sound,
That devestating sound,
ringing in my ears,
It's all i hear,
A pulse rate rises,
And i wish i could describe it,
But all I can do is hide it,
My stomach turns and twist,
As I don't reconize my wrist,
Crucial imapatience,
You see what i've taken?
your in my devestation,
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romantichomicideposted on 12/04/2008
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