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Pleasantries

Darkness so kind.
Darkness so pleasing.
Reveling on my bed,
as I stare at the ceiling.

Music filling every pore.
Music drowns the pain.
Non-self-inflicted stress reliever.
Grateful cause it's pouring rain.
No more slicing of the skin.
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Ivy Christou 25 January 2006
good for you! fight those depressing days with music, it works for me too :) HBH
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