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One More Time
Contributed by
ShanAlii
on
Wednesday, 11th May 2005 @ 03:19:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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My wrist filled with lines,
From all the hardest times.
But now they don’t seem to care,
They feel that it has grown old.
The thing I once called a heart,
Has nos turned cold.
Now I don’t have the courage,
To do that stuff again.
Can’t even point a knife at my wrist,
Without feeling the pain.
It keeps me up late at night,
And says that it will be fine.
Whispers in my ear,
Just one more time.
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ShanAlii
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2005-05-11 03:19:44] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: One More Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sinned on
Wednesday, 11th May 2005 @ 08:19:04 AM AEST (User
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Shanlil
Good write,but for yourself no more times.
A Michigan friend U.S.A.
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