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as i stand here in this pool of blood i look at my wrist i see the cuts i see the scars so many times ive drug this blade across my wirst wondered if this is it this time is diffrent is this it? was this my life a sea of misery moutains of pain rivers of hate finaly its all over im getting cold im getting tired as this pool grows at my feet i think finaly i get to leave i collaps evrything gets blury i slip in to my slumber never to wake again
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Blood pooling at my feet
as i stand here in this pool of blood i look at my wrist i see the cuts i see the scars so many times ive drug this blade across my wirst wondered if this is it this time is diffrent is this it? was this my life a sea of misery moutains of pain rivers of hate finaly its all over im getting cold im getting tired as this pool grows at my feet i think finaly i get to leave i collaps evrything gets blury i slip in to my slumber never to wake again
jonah-lavigne
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jonah-lavigne
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
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