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Blood flowing down my skin again looking for a way myself to wake, the razor blade filled with blood on it. I hide my scars so nobody sees, They will never know all the red tears i have cried. all the mistake i have made in my life, everyone i have hurt,everyone i have let out of my life, i am filled with pain inside i don't know what to do with myself, Every single cut on my wrists shows all the times i just wanted to die,why is my life so screwed up? I slit my wrists a few more times, each time i get weaker and weaker, here i am lying on the floor crying my eyes out, i stop the bleeding a couple more times, wishing i never have stopped it.
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dyinginside52posted on 06/04/2008
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