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"Into sleeps fatal grasp I must go, it beacons my soul to follow, taking my hand with an icy grip and never releasing it…" |
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PART 2 |
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PART 1 |
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5-9-08 |
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3-5-08 |
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I kill myself every night in my sleep, but alway seem to wake up the next day. |
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Every feature has an end. |
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It is better to cry over spilt milk than to cry over spilt blood... thats what grandpa Fang always told me. |
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>>it would Lure you out!!!!!<<< |
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To starve yourself to the brink to bleed untill your faint. Sometimes i need to sit on the brigde between this world and the next. |