Depression, Kills.

a cold icy hole in the middle of a large bed of ice acrossed a lake, wide as the horizon.

in the middle, down this deep blackend hole, shown a girl frozen in a position of pain.

no blood runs through her veins where it once had roamed warm and healthy.

i was born prepared to be dissapointed.

living is just a waste of death; were the last lyrics through her now blue lips.

her exsistance- 'quote the raven 'never more''

her life- 'quote the raven 'never more''

her dreams- 'quote the raven 'never more''

her love- 'quote the raven 'never more''

her wisdom- 'quote the raven 'never more''

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poem by Alexandra Blisse
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