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Looking into the blade Of the knife Slitting my wrists taking my life Watching the blood run From my skin Is this where my death begins This is my Stalingrad I was never set free My fiercest enemy Oh s--t it was me.
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Depression
Looking into the blade Of the knife Slitting my wrists taking my life Watching the blood run From my skin Is this where my death begins This is my Stalingrad I was never set free My fiercest enemy Oh s--t it was me.
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mark-bell
65/M/Portsmouth
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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