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I had a dog Rover;He wouldn't roll overI tried over and over;But He wouldn’t roll over.Roll over Rover !
a gray feeling
not black or white
I am no longer willing
living feels like a fight
why is this
why is there a void
just an abyss
why, why is this
a gray feeling
not black or white
I am no longer willing
living feels like a fight
why is this
why is there a void
just an abyss
why, why is this
Seeing him,In a picture,On the internet.You can’t know,The pain you’ve left,And how deep it goes.I haven’t got the words,The strength,Or the gall.I want to help,To make it better,
when i said that i would take a bullet for you i did not intend for you to be the one who pulls the trigger
Why Was I Given
a sickeningly bitter
and addictive drug;
an everlasting promise
thats always broken;
a pain I will always miss,
but would never wish
on my own stricken children;
The cold night air touches my skin
And the wind graces me with kisses
It moves towards my window
and laughs and steals away my wishes
Feel the cold against your skin,
The want of something warm to burrow in,
Today wasn’t a good day, was it?
I know you want to hide,
