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cut
Contributed by
crazy
on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 06:18:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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i pick up the blade of a razor
im thinking im getting crazier
i cut one
and then theres none
i cut two
i think of you
i cut three
i want to be free
i cut four
i hit the floor
i cut five
my heart begins to thrive
i cut six
its nothing i can fix
i cut seven
then it skips to eleven
my face turns red
before i could say anything
i was dead
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2005-10-10 18:18:49] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: cut
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostrelic on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 06:40:11 PM AEST (User
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it is a nice peom with a done to death subject but other then that nice flow
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Re: cut
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostrelic on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 06:40:14 PM AEST (User
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it is a nice peom with a done to death subject but other then that nice flow
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Re: cut
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kirby on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 07:16:12 PM AEST (User
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yeah that's definately how you feel, I used to cut and this portrayed the feelings precisely. Wonderful poem
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Re: cut
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dark_and_Cold on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 07:22:12 PM AEST (User
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