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by mysticlove Jan 19, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Hold your wrists high my dear, For the knife is ur savior You have no one to shelter you now Im your only friend. Grab the point and stab it in, Feel me cut along ur skin Now breath in deeply now and feel my release, Your blood drops onto the ground In beautiful perfect droplets You fall.