Suicide

by idiot izuki   Nov 8, 2006


As the blade touches my skin, my blood started to flow down. I can feel pain flow with the blood, but I wanted my love to be that blood. I can no longer fel pain. whatevers left of me will always stay the same. but when it ends that's when i'm really gone.

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