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My knife is cold |
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I told him I wanted to spend time with him before I left. He said he was too busy and that we'd hang out as soon as I got back...little did he know that when I said I was leaving, I knew I would never be coming back... |
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My eyes are sore from crying, |
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Death is not something one can buy, own, or sell. Therefore it is clearly a gift. |
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I carved your name into this bullet so everyone knows your the last thing that went through my head. |
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I Cut My Self Once.. |
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These scars are getting deeper and after awhile people quit looking. |
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Can you smile for a second? |
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Dont touch my arm, |
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Razor death fills her mind, I'm so sorry i can't find, the answer to her prayers |