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by Ken Dec 16, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I slashed my wrist, You gave me pain. It sears my skin, It burns my veins. I bled again, And you're to blame. It wasn't a joke, It wasn't a game. But nows is over, nows it's done. Now I'm gone And you have won. *Please vote*
by Yvette Gibson
Wow umm thats deep really deep I love it thankx 4 sharing.