Number 7

by xX Toxic Cure Xx   Sep 9, 2004


Goodbye to one, goodbye to all.
This is the day when I will fall.
A cut on my wrist, and the pain flows away.
Never to return, on any day.
I'm sorry I did this, I couldn't take it anymore.
I felt so used, so tired and sore.
I love you, and thats why its so bad.
But look at it this way, now I'll never be sad.

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