Something's got a hold on me,
And won't let go,
I seems I've got a real big fee,
Which I didn't know,
Claws tearing through my skin,
Blood trickling down,
Please tell me my only sin,
Heavy like a gown,
I can dream through this,
Sleep takes my hand,
Escaping is my one last wish,
Tell me where I am,
You are one my deepest fear,
Crawled from my brain,
So dreadful it passes a tear,
And causes all my pain.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
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