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Feb 2012
You were never proud
My crys screamed loud
I laid in the shade
Used your rusty blade

Wrists drip blood
Tears start to flood
I cut myself
Feelings on the shelf

Lost all hope
Tightened the rope
Kicked the stool
What a fool

I hung there for hours
Through sorrowful showers
I hung there for a day
The price I had to pay

My heart grew cold
My soul was to old
I dealt with our strife
You still ****** up my life


My decaying body was a sick sight to see
I hope you can tell that you did this to me...
Heather
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