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by Princess Tamara Nov 19, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Silence only tears, as i press the blade against my pale skin Red the blood flows echoing my inner pain Anguish As i feel the blade cutting into me satisfaction As i glaze upon the marks on my skin Satires People don't understand, neither do I.
by Ill Give Blood To Your Dried Veins
Very short, but i liked it.
