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by Tourniquet   Jun 8, 2004


Waiting,
For this to end.
Hating,
That I will never mend.
Hurting,
Is all I feel.
Dieing
Because I will never heal.
Suffering,
Is now my life.
Killing,
Myself with a knife.

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