I was the one
Who always sat alone
I was the one
Who didn't have a home
I was the one
That was never around
I was the one
Who lay bleeding on the ground
I was the one
That cried in the stall
I was the one
Who wrote on the wall
I was the one
That needed a friend
I was the one
Whos life I would end
I was the one
Who inside was dead
I was the one
Whose heart always bled
I was the one
That needed you
I was the one
The only one, that ever knew
I was the one
But no longer am
For I have taken my life
With my own hands.
2007-12-13
10:39:49
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Emily B
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