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by Miss Keri Rose   Mar 1, 2008


She grabs the knife
holds it to her wrist
slides it slowly across
end to tip

shes had enough
she hates her life
she seeks refuge
in the form of a knife

first her left
then her right
feelings of regret fill her head
her cries ring out in the night

its too late now
she cant turn back
she starts to feel drowsy the walls of black...

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