Wasted slices of me

by †cherry*black†   Jun 24, 2005


† I sit and think about you,
As I do I puke,
The more I think the more I spew,
And I then sit and wonder for a while,
I start to cut and slice,
I think of the times I used to smile,
Well I hate you now just go die †

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