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by Tara Jul 13, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I sit alone Everyday No one knows What i have to pay I Sit there with a blade Knowing that this will be my day Hopping everything will go away I really don't want to be here anymore i don't like playing with the law if i die , the world will go by cause they know Ive lay ed down and died I took my life with one razor blade a bit of rope then i payed
by Ixora
Im not quite sure why but i really like this poem ^_^ *^*crow*^*