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by Lee Jun 29, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You cuts your wrist's and takes your pills but what use do they do because i cant be with you I'd take the blade and swallow the pills for her to be safe id wager my life but her life will look up of that I'm sure the day i knock at her door to hold her close to feel her touch to kiss those wrists she cuts so much one day she'll be sat there with me as we look back on distance so far