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by Kassey Dec 17, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I slice I dice I cut I bleed I let my blade take the lead I dont want to live I have nothing left to give My heart and soul are dead Because of something he said I take a breath and cut some more Watching my blood hit the floor I feel so weak As a tear streams down my cheek As I take my last breath I reach for you But your not there Its okay its not like you'd care!