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by Nella Heartbreaker. Dec 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
These wounds get deeper each day. These scabs fall of, & come back. These scares won\'t seem to fade. Deeper && deeper my wrists seem to fade. Deeper && deeper death come faster. Deeper && deeper the blood spills out. These days seem like for ever. Theses hours seem like days. These minutes seem like hours. These seconds fell like minutes.©