CUT

by april   Dec 24, 2004


ONE CUT TWO CUT THREE CUT FOUR... WATCH MT BLOOD DRIP ON THE FLOOR
FIVE CUT SIX CUT SEVEN CUT EIGHT... THE CUTS ARE GETTING TO DEEP AND ITS GETTING TO LATE
NINE CUT TEN CUT ELEVEN CUT TWELVE... OH MY GOD I'M SORRY I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HELL
THIRTEEN CUT FOURTEEN CUT FIFTEEN CUT SIXTEEN... ITS ALREADY TO LATE AND MY ARM IS GREEN JUMP IN THE CAR CANT FIND THE KEYS RUN DOWN THE STREET AND WATCH ME BLEED DOWN THE ROAD IN THE STREET HOLDING MY ARM THAT IS GREEN TIRING TO GET HELP TRIP OVER A ROCK FALL ON MY FACE GET HIT BY A CAR AND NOW ITS TO LATE IAM NOW DEAD AND IF YOU SEE ME PLEASE DON'T HELD FOR I HAVE WENT TO A BETTER PLACE

****(NOTE)** I WAS VERY BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS :)****

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  • 18 years ago

    by Chelsea

    My bestfriend is my bestfriend, so deal with it! And btw, she didn't know that she had to "make" the quotes to put it up here. And neither did I so sorry (i just started this site)