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My fucked up home
written by lost_cause08:47 PM 12/25/04It's Christmas and I've cut again
No one knows my secret sin
Hidden underneath my clothes
They cannot see my imperfect rows
The masterpiece I have created
The thing I do that makes me jaded
The sight of blood that makes me cry
The sound of tears everynight
The place that I can call my own
A private spot where no one goes
My cuts and burns and scars alone
Create a place that I call home |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by The_sad_girl (12-25-2004 - 08:49 PM)
by {aiysha} (12-25-2004 - 10:47 PM)
| keep it up! that peom is really good. |
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