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Contributed by jishes_4_ever on Sunday, 28th November 2004 @ 02:20:15 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



All she could think to herself was how good the knife in her hand looked
It could end it all
All her pain and suffering
She wouldn't have to deal with any of it anymore
She wanted that so much
To just be free
Free of everything
So she slowly began to cut into her skin
Waiting for the moment
The moment when it would all be over
She didn't expect this much pain though
It wasn't suppose to hurt this much
Yes she knew she would feel some pain
But this pain was to much
So she started cutting deeper
Hoping it would all soon be over
I'm finally going to be free she thought
Free from this world
Free from my pain
Free from it all
She's on the floor now
She can't cut herself anymore
She's lost to much blood already
And can barely lift her hand
In a few minutes it will all be over for her
She slowly begins to close her eyes
Waiting for the moment
That she will be gone forever







Copyright © jishes_4_ever ... [ 2004-11-28 14:20:15]
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Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by Delusions on Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 04:02:08 AM AEST
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good write... i liked it alot... keep it up ~DeLuSiOnS~


Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by daydreamer22 on Monday, 29th November 2004 @ 11:59:09 AM AEST
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dang babe...u r dark and suicidal...makes for good reading tho...haha...lylasa cyz

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