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i hear the voice in whispers... whispers...whispers... under the willow tree the voice says nasty things ***** words to keep me listening i hear it by the river over rock and into splash slash your wrists, sister they'll never take you back i run to my old playhouse under the old oak floor the whispers turn to hisses i can bare it no more i take the razor and cut so deep the blood is black and sprays now maybe at last the whispers will go away
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
whispers
i hear the voice in whispers... whispers...whispers... under the willow tree the voice says nasty things ***** words to keep me listening i hear it by the river over rock and into splash slash your wrists, sister they'll never take you back i run to my old playhouse under the old oak floor the whispers turn to hisses i can bare it no more i take the razor and cut so deep the blood is black and sprays now maybe at last the whispers will go away
KDyson Colby@2010
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
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