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Lost Girl


Every thing lost

nothing to be found

lost my child to the lord

and my lover to a whore

gotta watch mommy and daddy

the only thing they found were pillls

spiraling into addiction, and i cant fix it

Giving up is easy

bound to the chain of depression

I have my own confessions

im a fuck up

a product of a beautiful disaster

i feel like im dead inside

breaking more everyday

down on my knees

praying to god… PLEASE GUIDE ME

I all i want is to quit breathing

I cant take it, ill never make it

following a white line of temptaion

right down the path of self destruction

tearing myself apart from the inside out

Just a little lost girl searching for a way out..

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