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Post by EvanescenceFan121381 on Oct 31, 2005 16:19:24 GMT -5
WARNING: If you have anything against cutting or suicide, I advise you to skip this poem, as it involves both.
My breath, it comes in short, quick gasps The blood, it runs over my wrists The pain, it heals me, it pulls me down The past, it haunts me like nothing else My life, I know it must end soon My life, I want it no longer Death, it welcomes me with open arms Death, I am glad it has come Death, I know it will be better than life.
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Post by lya4c on Oct 31, 2005 20:11:13 GMT -5
o.o eep?
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Post by Ranna on Nov 5, 2005 11:29:03 GMT -5
Hope that one's not based off real experiences, *is worried* If it's just thought up to write. You hit it on the nail and nice job.
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