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untitiled
written by Choking_Away_Life05:27 AM 2/24/05If my razor could speak,
it would tell a story you would never believe.
Should I keep this all in,
or let it pour out
through blood and tears,
both i've shed throughout the years.
If agony had a home
I think it would live in my eyes,
and roll down my cheeks
as it slowly dies.
The taste of blood still lingers apon my lips,
fresh cuts lay apon my wrists.
I'm done trying to hide this part of me.
So ashamed of what i do,
yet proud of the scars
i mark myself with |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
any ideas on a title?!
thanks
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