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Cutting
Contributed by
eeka_taquito
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Monday, 15th March 2004 @ 11:28:41 PM in AEST
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the dripping blood on the blade
washing away all my pain
crimson red river flowing
dont know where the times going
cutting deeper
getting sleepier
what if this time i die?
no i didn't say goodbye
i'll leave them all a note
stained red by the flow
but what if they still ignore my cry
the very last before i die
the feelings all start to grow
another gash for the pain to flow
im kneeling in a pool of blood, anger, and pain
im kneeling alone with nothing to gain
i've locked the door
you'll know no more
sitting, bleeding in my room
i open my heart and confide in the moon
you were never there
before you didn't care
its too late for me to tell
i cut too deep and went to hell
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Re: Cutting
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by thumper on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 12:09:14 AM AEST
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| Succinctly put. Someone I know cuts, but not to that extent ( I hope and pray). I always wondered what she goes through. I think you explained some of that. |
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Re: Cutting
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by waos on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 12:12:49 AM AEST
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| thats good! |
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