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by lee Jun 21, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everyday i sit here, spinning my little pen knife in my hand, the steel of the blade although it sounds grim, is welcomed against my fragile skin, the blood weeps from my arms, i do not cry, i don't even wince from pain, it doesn't hurt much really, i wonder what if i cut a vain,
by SuicideNotes2Poems
I wonder that alot to, to afraid to try it though but nice job i realy like this one......