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dirty

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 01:10:06 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



i scrub my skin
but all i do is make it bleed
nothing will get this dirt away
i can feel your hands
all around my body
i cry
as i bleach my body
my tender skin
now marked
i pull my hair
im trying not to go insane
iam dirt
i should be with the dogs
they should take me away to my death
once untouchable
now im wipe open
easily slit
my skin peels away
and reveals pure red blood
i scrunch my face up in mixed up pain
im dirty
it was my fault
i belong in the ground
buried with the maggots
to bathe with the dirt




Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2005-01-10 13:10:06]
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Re: dirty (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 01:11:17 PM AEST
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awwww *hugs* this was very sad and painful, you are not dirty I think you are lovely
pixie xx


Re: dirty (User Rating: 1 )
by Fwog on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 01:27:55 PM AEST
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A truly sad write filled with anguish and despair.
But believe me you are not dirty, lost maybe but not dirty.
Many of my street kids here in Perth used to feel the same way about themselves. But not anymore, they like you are just waiting to shine, and you will.
Hugz
Fwog


Re: dirty (User Rating: 1 )
by lostlady38 on Monday, 10th January 2005 @ 05:11:21 PM AEST
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wow!!! amazing!! really deep !! you've definitely came out of a bad thing and found the light. keep on following the light it will lead u to far greater things than u can imagine.




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