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by Shantae Apr 7, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
I sit here with my knife, that pretty much runs my life. I clench the knife tight in my fist, as i watch my blood fall in a red mist. I finally fall to the ground, then it goes quite, there is no sound. I feel the blood all around my head, I think thank god I'm finally dead.
by Elise Johnson
Good poem! good poem! are you going to put more on here? well see you later (like next hour) love ya bye! elise