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Over Flow.
Contributed by
deathdrop
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Tuesday, 15th June 2004 @ 01:54:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Stripes of white and scarlet,
Stare straight into my eyes.
I watch each drop overflowing,
My loss of blood comes bringing no surprise.
I either wipe the blood off of me with tissue,
Or just simply watch it pile.
But until the crimson over flows in rivers,
I can never release a smile.
The pain that I am given,
Gets greater with eat dark slit.
The over flow of blood doesn’t give much pleasure,
But the pain itself gives me bliss!
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2004-06-15 13:54:46]
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Re: Over Flow.
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by screwup on
Tuesday, 15th June 2004 @ 03:40:45 PM AEST
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| I love it!!! as sad as it is to slit your wrists, it still is a great poem... keep up the good work. and pm me if you ever need anything... I will understand, I've been there. |
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Re: Over Flow.
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by pixie on
Tuesday, 15th June 2004 @ 04:00:28 PM AEST
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good poem, surely there are better ways of sorting this than cutting youself, I am an ex cutter and have been where you are now,
takecare
pixie xx |
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