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My Extasy (Crave Part 3)
Contributed by
imagenuinefake
on
Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 09:20:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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The blade is so cold,
When it touches my palm.
This feeling of extasy
Makes me so calm
So does the crimson,
of my own trickling blood.
I only slit it enough,
To see what it does.
I try to be tough,
But this pain is everlasting.
The world,
Oh, how it effects me.
This cut,
Is all I want to see.
Now, that is.
This is what I do,
It's not a silent plea.
Oh, no.
It's just for me.
Everyone wants to steal it,
But I wish they'd let me be.
Cause this is mine.
My extasy.
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imagenuinefake
... [
2005-06-11 21:20:34] (Date/Time posted on
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