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by tearsxunseen Jan 30, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Blood rolled down her arm as she cut herself with the blade. she was sick of the same question flowing through her brain every minute of every day the question that made her want to scream the question that made her want to kill somebody the question that made her want to kill herself She set down the razor and picked up the knife She felt the blood pour down all over her body She felt life pour out with it she quietly whispered for the last time as the wind blew through her hair DOES ANYBODY CARE?????