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by Casey* Oct 19, 2004 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Rope around my neck Knife slitting my wrist All the things you said, i dont want to exist The bullet hits, i fall to the floor; Everyones around me pleading for more. This blade carves im laughing at the sight my presence is ending comfort by the lack of light. It doesnt really matter no one wants to care left you all through suicide i committed to your dare.