I see red footsteps,
On the snow,
I'm blinded by,
What I don't know,
Is that blood spilt,
Or in my mind,
Answers are swirling,
But I'm yet to find,
I see the devil,
Coming close,
I run quickly now,
Towards my overdose,
I wish to die quickly,
Before I go to hell,
Or just live another day,
So I have time to tell.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça 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. ¡¡¡¡
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