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My room of suicide
written by lone-poet09:52 PM 2/26/05| Paper strewn across the floor. Streaks of blood brightly pattern the coal black walls. A lingering scent of dead flesh parades the room. On a perfect untouched table lays a knife, varnished with blood giving it a crimson hue. Next to the table lays a young man, grinning for he has reached his eternal sleep. The wound in his neck, still gaping like an abyss. The air eating away at the skin while insects lay their young inside. |
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haha ... so i can be a morbid bastard ....
cough*
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