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The sweetest sting of silver.Slicing through my skin.trying to feel something,from deep within.the puddle of tears welling in my eyes.Showing the emptyness inside. Whispering why i cried.watching my crimson blood drip on the floor,takin away my worries but never locking the my blood dries and ceases to worries return and i become told im meant to be having fun and enjoying my life.if thats true why do i keep reaching for that knife. by lildevil 2003

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