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I cut
written by XpaperdollX02:46 AM 11/12/04I though one day to myself what do I love to do?
I cut,
To see how much i would bleed,
I draged the blade across my arm,
Within seconds a bloom of red burst into the open,
I wait and look,
the sting comes,
It feels so good,
numbing the feelings i had before,
I laugh,
The blood pours out and I love the way it looks,
Tip my arm upside down,
Looking at my blood hitting the floor,
bring back what i did so long ago,
Why did I stop?
Oh well I started up agine,
claming me down,
take the razor and drag it across,
wait,
blood shines through,
this is something I love to do. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by ruler_of_the_wolves (11-12-2004 - 06:15 PM)
| i cut to
and u feel xcactly how i do.it means so much when the blood rises....i giggle and shiver,for those few moments,all that exsists is the pain,excitement and blood. |
by matts_property (11-16-2004 - 11:11 PM)
| hey that sounds like wat i do but noone cares would you care if i die
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by (anonymous) (1-19-2005 - 07:21 AM)
| i like this poem its really good i cna realte to it youre ag ood writer |
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