1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts 4

by quick&painless   May 26, 2005


One cut, two cuts, three cuts,
four.
She passes out on
the bathroom floor.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts,
eight.
Don't try to save her,
you're too late.
Nine cuts, ten cuts, eleven cuts,
twelve.
She's finally left
her living hell

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