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by Unknown2Thyself Jan 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
All around her is blood, coming her from her wrists. She cut deep, deeper then before. The light begins to fade, then nothing. She killed herself, thanks to the pain. She'd had enough, it was time to end. No one ever really cared, she'd just been there. no purpise in life, just kept in the darkness. Kept locked inside. She killed herself, thanks to the pain. She'd had enough, it was time to end. The mocking and taunting, destroyed her everyday. The voices inside never leaving, she was going insane, and the blade never stopped it. She killed herself, thanks to the pain. She'd had enough, it was time to end.
