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by Charlie May 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Closing my door once more i grab my knife and sit on the floor i am alone int his cruel world and this i know for sure no0one cares about me anymore i complained to much the knife was my adrenaline rush my knife was my only friend my knife helped my life come to an end *pathetic i know*