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Mar 2013
Sometimes I want to die
Not sher why I even try
As I cut my wrist
What is I went to deep
Would I even be missed
No one even cares
As my skin tares
The blood rushes out
As I shout
I'm done
Take me
And when they find me
And they see
That I have done this to myself
They will find my last notes to them
On a shelf
And when they see the pain I felt
There hearts will mealt
But it's to late
I'm gone
Written by
nicola
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