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by Jamie Jan 2, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
These things They hurt me so I don't even know Where to go.. You! This is all your fault! How can you have done this? To me? Did you ever care? Did you even love me? I hate you now, and I hate me for believing In you. This knife, it stretches my skin, Slowly slitting, But not as slow as you. You did this. I'm dead now, And it's all your fault. I hate you.
by David
Everyone does hate other ppl at certain times. i just added you to my favourites and you are adding more poems. nice. i gave it a 5. it was different, but in a good way. life is slow, and life is fast. it is only if you enjoy it or hate and despise in it forever. that you must ask yourself. David