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by Monique Dec 29, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Kill me softly, kill me slow, too many things, I wish I didn't know. Slide the blade, across my flesh, a brand new cut, so numb and fresh. Whisper softly, in my ear, terrible things, I don't want to hear. Kill me softly, kill me slow, I'm so depressed; just let me go.