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by Bonnie Fowler Mar 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
That Night I did what I said I sat there and just watched it bled I never say something that I don't mean I say it exactly how it its going to seem I will cut more and more each day Until Someone tells me what they have to say I lover my razor blade It leaves a HUGE red stain little by little i slip away And I go to Hell, I am there to stay