Cutter

by Tiffanie   Feb 26, 2007


I sit here at home and watch everyone and thats when i start to cut i start at the top and i don't stop till the end I tasted my own blood to see how it tastes its not to bad so i cut once more it starts to burn and thats when i see the cuts and notice that i only have one life and no other to look for so i stop and look around i throw the razor blade and i walk away till the next day when i will restart the process all over again....

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dakota Coffee

    This was awsome. I relate a lot. It almost brought tears to my eyes

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