Sittin

by jessica   Jan 20, 2005


I'm in my tub taking a bath, i feel the tub i think about you and your lies and what you say to me so i cut cut cut. My tub is full of blood not water i have no reason to live cause of the mean things you say to me. so i slowly die in my own blood, drowning on it's sour hatred taste , i shall not see you again or anyone.

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