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by mySilentCrY   Aug 12, 2005


Sitting in my room
seeing shadows & shapes
I think to myself as i hear the
screams outside my door.

I have an answer now
I whisper to myself as
I grab the blade
"this is it"
I feel it gliding over my wrist
Something warm drips down.
I smile as i watch my world go black.

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