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by Veronica Grove May 22, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I lay on my floor, everything is red, I just wish I was dead! I scream in pain, as I cut myself again.. Thoughts of you begin to pop in my mind, I wish I could find a way to tell you how much I love you.. I knew it was too good to be true from the start, I just wanted to be a part of your life! As I drop the knife on the floor, someone opens the door. But its too late..... Im already dead!