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Wednesday, August 24, 2005


   Lost souls
Trails of sorrowful tears,
Never to disappear,
But to be created once more,
As lost souls lay in bed,
Wishing they were dead,
Hoping to die soon,
As they stare at the glorious moon,

Forever living in their despair,
Knowing life will never be fair,
Afraid of the up coming life,
The up coming pain,
Too weak to pick up a knife,
To end their horrid life,

Darkness spreads far in their hearts,
Forgetting how to trust,
Staying on their own parts,
The lust for a life that will never be,
Grows thicker then any tree will ever be.

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