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She laughs and slowly starts to die, Smiling as blade touches thigh I'm too young to think this way. To have so much fear and so much pain. Why not just stop the clock? She thinks and sighs, tonight's the night I will die. Too dumb to notice, too high to care that his love is still there. With one more curse up to the sky, she digs the blade in and says goodbye.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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She laughs and slowly starts to die, Smiling as blade touches thigh I'm too young to think this way. To have so much fear and so much pain. Why not just stop the clock? She thinks and sighs, tonight's the night I will die. Too dumb to notice, too high to care that his love is still there. With one more curse up to the sky, she digs the blade in and says goodbye.
My friend wrote this for me. I take no credit, just sharing it.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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