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O.D and Slit My Wrists
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Created on 8-27-07
O.D and Slit My Wrists
The drip…drip….drip of the crimson flows,Not one other truly knows,The clamor of all the voices and screams,That call out in my head,No longer a drip but a solid flow,In the darkness I start to go,And the pale white of my skin,Turns crimson in the bed,Both hips to nape the gashes lay bare,My skirts a mess of rip and tear,And all y silken beddings,Have turned from cream to red,Like the horrid sunset o’er the hills,The red from the bloody wounds spills,It’s so impure as it flows,The clots are stained with lead,My door creaks slowly open, he yells,I watch him turn and see the pills,“Call the doctor! Where’s the phone?”“Oh God, get her a med.”My eyes stare blindly, I’m ready to die,I’ve succeeded in making my lover cry,I look down at my body,At all I’ve ever done and said,Now I am truly dead.
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