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My Last Breath
24 August, 2003
Author: Tzuhsi

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Built up pain deep inside
No where to run, no where to hide
I slit my wrist late last night
A lot of built up pain, built up fright
I cut and slice until I feel no pain
Oh my God, I have done it again
Bright red blood drips and pours
Look at the pudle it made on the floor
How could I do this
I don't know why
All I want is to die
Wondering if there is life after death
I now gasp for my very last breath

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PoeticDemon (24.15.118.213) -- Sunday, July 4 2004, 03:59 am

wow

wow it sounds like something i would write... only i wouldnt do as good,
Great job, i really liked it
~James~
 
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