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I feel the tears slip, I feel the tension grip, and the I know it. The knife will slip, as the tears do fall down my face and hit the ground, I realize that this all is for nothing but pain. It hurts, this life, like the beautiful touch of the knife as it gains purchase in my skin. Another starburst of pain as the blood flows. Soon these people will have to call a hearse.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sorrow
I feel the tears slip, I feel the tension grip, and the I know it. The knife will slip, as the tears do fall down my face and hit the ground, I realize that this all is for nothing but pain. It hurts, this life, like the beautiful touch of the knife as it gains purchase in my skin. Another starburst of pain as the blood flows. Soon these people will have to call a hearse.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
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