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by Priscilla May 3, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Getting the knife, one last goodbye I'm ending my life, no more tears to cry. The day has came, my life's end is near, no more frightening nights, no more fears. Please remember me, the way I am today, for I'm happy at last knowing I've got my way. My way was to be killed, but not by a homecide, my way was to be killed, in the craziest suicide.
by Noelle k.
sad poem but a great one 5/5