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cut
Contributed by
hotrod55
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Thursday, 31st March 2005 @ 11:12:21 AM in AEST
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i push the blade agianst my wrist
i dont know why i make a fist
count the droplets one by one
i curse the day it all begun
it hurts so much to be letting go
i just wish someone would have known
my silent screams turn to hate
as if the world was my dinner plate
all this pain i have inside
my feelings i do hide
so now is time to bid fairwell
i know that im going strate to Hell
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2005-03-31 11:12:21]
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Re: cut
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by blue_angel on
Thursday, 31st March 2005 @ 11:18:01 AM AEST
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gosh, thats so sad. i hope you dont really cut, it's a terrible habit to get addicted to... one i have gone through myself, and now trying to break it is really hard to do. i hope you feel better soon, and if u ever need to talk you can PM me netime.
luv n hugs,
jennie* |
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Re: cut
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by Amanda_Interrupted on
Thursday, 31st March 2005 @ 12:18:42 PM AEST
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| I think this poem had a wonderful beginning but got weak towards the end. I think it also ended premature and spontaniously. Anyway, the beginning is powerful. Me, being a suicide survivor would say that you captured the feelings and thoughts very well. I hope your friend is doing well and getting the help she needs. |
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