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by yOuWiShYoUkNeW   Jul 19, 2006


Alone
in awhile room
loneliness fills a void

a void of untruest
thoughts
of death

cuts
hurt
cutting

only fills ascertain place
death is an escape
helphelphelp

help as i lay bleeding
dying
a wake i come

(i did not die and satisfy a longing to be happy i still long and long for that void to be filled)

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