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by rosesXandXrazors Feb 15, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
He left her standing, a roes in her hand. the thorns digging into her flesh, tears streaning down her face, where did I go wrong? she screamed it's then she saw the razor on her bed, she ran and took it in her hand she raissed her wrist, and in a flash the deed was done, a bloodstained sheet covering the body the next day the body of the broken hearted girl..........