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You see my wrist, |
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Love is the slowest form of suicide |
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I tried living... I didn't like it. I hated it.. |
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I never knew missing someone could hurt so much. |
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Cut your wrist for now and save the tears for my funeral. |
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Life itself is only a refletion of death staring back waiting for you to join. |
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We are all going to die..why not sooner then later? |
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I will sit here razor an gun in hand an destroy all thots of u till there r no more |
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What's the point of even being here if no one, including myself has the belief that i can do anything right. The belief that I can make it. They are right, I can't. I am just a waste of flesh. I can't do this anymore. |
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The love of Lucifer is only to his decendants not to his voodoo dolls. |