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by Jessica Rauen Jun 15, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
I see you, I feel you, I touch you, I kill you, I kiss you, I hug you, I think of you, I love you. How many times have you left me here? With a bleeding soul and a shattered heart, With a blade upon my wrist. Now it is time for you too see, All the pain you caused me, I shall pull the trigger, I shall shoot the gun. Now I'm gone and your alone, Now do you see, See what you had done?