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Apr 2012
*Red knife*
Blood drips as I lay.
Hopeing I could say, "I'm sorry."
Drained from pain,
adrenaline in my vein,
spilling on the floor.
The end is near,
i'm not scared here,
because i'm just worthless...
Kayla Elizabeth Cory
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