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Contributed by
Rhea
on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 09:46:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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My thoughts, my mind, my skin...
give me a few minutes...
I'm taking it all in.
My fears, my soul, my dreams...
let it pass by...
nothing is what it seems.
My imagination, my body, my smile...
you don't like me...
because of my personalities style.
Look me over and don't think twice,
put me farther into sadness
with slice after slice!
My wrist, the towel, the floor,
it's dripping drop after drop,
to even the score.
My gashes from the knife I hold...
I bleed slowly...
My blood turns cold.
Copyright ©
Rhea
... [
2004-07-07 21:46:40]
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Re: My
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by Sinful_Misery on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 10:02:14 PM AEST
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Re: My
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by clowns_can_burn on
Sunday, 26th December 2004 @ 01:25:15 AM AEST
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i love the detail in it all. great write
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