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[title] => Desperation
[time] => 2004-04-25 08:45:28
[hometext] => I used to self-harm...and this is why...
[bodytext] => I caught a glimpse of a light Like a star shining through the night It shone brightly before me And I followed faithfully But then one fateful day I did lose my way And I fell prey to the night I lost my life and my sight Now as I sit here In shades of black and grey, I fear The drawing near of the day To rise above, then fall away O Love, where were You When I needed You the most, to Hold me close, through the night In Your arms, so safe, so tight I slit my wrist on the knife Stand on the edge of this life Driven to the point of desperation Can You hear me now? Now the borders are crossed And I scream, and I cry In desperation All I wanted was You I was addicted to the love I knew It hurt so much when You were gone It hurt to admit that I was wrong I knew something had to give Someone had to die for me to live But please forgive me for thinking I had to bleed to stop me sinking I slit my wrist on the knife Stand on the edge of this life Driven to the point of desperation Can You hear me now? Now the borders are crossed And I scream, and I cry In desperation I slit my wrist on the knife Stand on the edge of this life Driven to the point of desperation Can You hear me now? Now the borders are crossed And I scream, and I cry In desperation [comments] => 3 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 11 [informant] => JesusFreak313 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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