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Aug 2013
beating, slapping, punching, crying
fight for your life.
hurting, screaming, breaking, trying.
fight for you life.

hold tightly,
grip the knife.
hold it against your skin
press down
slice it very thin

once, twice?
that doesn't pay the price.
three, four?
theres still room for more.

five, ***, seven.
don't stop till you see heaven.
eight, nine?
can you say you feel fine?
what about ten?
dont stop now my dear.
try one more & see how you feel then.
eleven, eleven is perfect, eleven.
all of those slashes
are what you brought to heaven.

eleven.
Written by
maxx lopez  seattle soon newyorkcity
(seattle soon newyorkcity)   
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