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Aug 2010
I slit my wrist on my writing hand,
And the letters all poured out.
They spread across the page
Until no white is left.
Now what's that all about?

The letters poured and poured
And, I was almost dead.
I looked down upon my page
Content that it was read.
Steve Collins.
27/8/10
Steve Collins
Written by
Steve Collins  Chelmsford, Essex
(Chelmsford, Essex)   
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