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Knife

Left Alone, no one here On my own, pain’s near Lurking at the threshold Like your knife, to my heart Plunging deeper and deeper Quite a delicate art My knees are weaker and weaker Never living a life so bold I wish I knew what I’d done Are you killing me or am I killing you? It wasn’t meant to be fun Tears stain my face, what is there left to do? My blood, seeping out…growing cold Then it goes black.
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Oct 14, 2013
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No real pattern, just emotions, that's all my stuff will ever really be.

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