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Too Late
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk07:11 AM 3/31/05I'll cut away my problems agian,
I slowly watch the blood begin.
Dripping to the smooth white floor,
I grab a rag out of the drawer.
I smear a letter, than another,
now there's no more space to cover.
I stand up and look at my peice,
as my mind starts to ease.
I fall next to the blood and stay,
beside the puddle reading: "YOU'RE TOO LATE!" |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Gothic_Pirate (3-31-2005 - 07:14 AM)
| I feel your pain. Your words have a lot of feeling and everyone can experience it through your poetry. Nice. |
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