The world fell away from me yesterday Who else but me would walk around the streets On Thanksgiving Contemplating suicide Singing along to my Tori Amos CD Louder when I pass houses lit up with yellow glow I dream about a heaven I was told about in church Where the angels, I was told, Will hold me until I fall asleep How can death bring such a wonderful place How do I believe in this?Birth sign: Libra
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