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by libby Jul 23, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
While my make up smears as i wipe my tears, as i cut my wrists, i see my blood drip. I crunch my fists thinking is this the end the real end, whats left heres my last breath my very last breath i put the gun to my chest, for u Matt i only wish for the best
