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by Catherine Nov 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I'm lying here with the blood running down my wrists, and the tears streaming down my face. It's too late for me, you can't save me from my fate. My life was just too hard, I couldn't handle it anymore, So I'm leaving now, walking out of this door. Now you don't have to deal with me, because I'm gone, lucky lucky you, its all over and done. I'm going to sleep now, forever and for always. Let me rest in peace, so i can get some sleep.