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by Brook   Jul 31, 2005


Sitting here in tears
Trying hard not to listen
As you slowly kill me
I still cut myself
Is What you say I do
You have no idea
What you are talking about
The path which you have chosen
I can't cut anymore
No where to hide
I suppose I could
I think just one more time
Hidden somewhere safe
For nobody to see
Except me...
The blood runs slowly
As I cross that line
You had to remind me
Of that painful cutting time
So here I am back again
Slowly falling.
Catch me
Before the razor goes too deep.

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