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by Khrystal   Mar 29, 2006


Cut yourself
Make it deeper
Your nothing
Your f.u.c.k.e.d up
You have nothing
To live for
No-one would even notice
Get the guts
F.u.c.k.i.n do it!
Your pathetic
Thats what the little
Voice in my head
Is always telling me
Get f.u.c.k.e.d
I dont need you
Im better then you
Im not gunna cry
Over you anymore
No longer gunna
Waste my tears
You smashed my heart
Into a million pieces
But someone was
There to mend it
F.u.c.k you
You didn\'t win this time

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