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Contributed by
pyro_88
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Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 09:00:37 PM in AEST
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I woke up today and you weren't there.
I looked for you and found the one i love layng in a pool of his own blood.
Why did you do it?
What did i do to cause you this pain?
The night you died in my arms is the night i stopped trusting love.
I'm afraid to let myself fall in love again.
you layed there on the bathroom floor bleeding to death.
And i got there too late to save your life.
By the time the ambulance cam
You were already dead.
I keep thinking what if i had waken up earlier.
What if i talked to you until you told me what was bothering you.
I blame myself.
I should have been able to save you.
I should have know something was wrong.
Instead you killed yourself because of me.
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Re: no title
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by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 09:11:45 PM AEST
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| maybe you should title this NEEDLESSLY BLAMED. You are needlessly blaming yourself for someones elses problems and pains. Needlessly blaming yourself for someone elses inability to deal with life. This person killed themself because THEY had a problem not YOU. I Hope you find some peace in all this soon. |
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Re: no title
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by Essentially9 on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 10:10:10 PM AEST
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well here are my suggestions for titles
because of me, too late, the nightmare of reality, dead to me, in my arms, hrm there are plenty of them.
this was an excellent write, very emotional. blame is like a slinky, it shifts from one person to the other... |
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