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Feb 2013
slit my wrists
and call me to the graveyard

nothings left
but for me to die

I can't breathe
the dirt is calling me down

my victim, myself
screams out in the night

I let it all go
the timing was just right

the water turned red
as my mind flowed away

I see nothing but darkness
all my past mistakes

not even death
can be my escape
This was a poem I dug up from quite awhile back... I like the flow, so I'm posting it.
Written by
Ashley  USA
(USA)   
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