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"My Stress"
written by XxXstitchesXxX03:05 AM 2/24/05As I lay here drenched in a puddle of blood on the floor,
I think more and more.
I think of the good times I had when I wasnt depressed,
the times when I wasnt stressed.
I know that only I can control my past,
to keep me from disappearing fast.
I know that this is a place where I dont belong,
a living hell that Ive put up with for so long.
I notice now that if I wouldnt of done this to my vain,
then I wouldnt be laying on the floor in this much pain.
For now I know my like will be put away,
and there on the floor soaked in fresh blood I will lay. |
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