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by Amy May 30, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Slit my arm for the eighth time thats not enough so lets make it nine blood drips down red and cold now see my true feelings as they start to unfold this may be my present yet im living in my past god please let this great numbness always last forget a razorblade give my a knife maybe this time i will be lucky enough to end my life.