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Slice
written by darktinkerbell02:17 AM 11/10/04the first slice
you lied
just a little scratch
second slice
you hid
couple drips of blood
third slice
the charm
a scraped knee
fourth slice
you fell on glass
blood on your sleeves
fifth slice
you're getting weak
blood on your shirt
sixth slice
oh my gosh
seventh slice
hold on I'll get he--
eight, nine, ten
blood all around you
wake up.....
please....
I can't lose you |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is for all my friends that cut themselves
or at leat used to... remember what happened to the one that could'nt stop
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| » Comments / Feedback | by butterflyeffect (11-10-2004 - 02:26 AM)
| I like your poem so much... realy. you should not only dedicate this poem to all your friends but also to all the other people cutting who need to see the reality... one day you might cut to deep. Or that rope might just stay tightly put. Or you might just take the right amout of pills... |
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