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The blood, the blade.
12/09/2003 @ 3:07am
By:
worthless

Cuttin again with nothing left inside to bleed. The wound opens but nothing
comes out. Open fleash with nothing inside. I can see my inner arm but
nothings wet this time. Nothing is leaveing me. All held inside of I is the
pain. Held forever when no one can see. I wanted the truth and just got
lies. I wanted blood and still got nothing. I wanted a release and still got
nothing. More lies from inside of me, more cuts comeing from my hand so
blind. Slit, slit, slit as it hits my wrist. I told you that it would come
to this. My death only with a sinnister twist. Spin it around and leave it
there. COME FIND ME! I'm screaming now with no one looking for that
noise that could be my life lingering in the background. Cut it off and
leave it for dead. I've lived mt nothing with thoughs words in
annoyance. I live in STRANGELAND now but no one cares, yet looks for me.
Click roll click click roll. Slick clang. Filling the chambers of my pistol
to end me of all this shit. Good-bye all you falled attemps and a slipmle
SLIT I'm doin it right thins time.......Click BOOM!
 
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