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Suicide Story |
Suicide Story
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Created on 10-26-07
The razor is sharp
My wrist will bleed
The sound of a harp
While I plant my seed
The puddle is red
And so are my wrists
I do what I said
Take a look at my list
A scream is heard
From my room is where it came
I fly away like a bird
Everyone, I will blame
Please Login to post comments| On December 17th 2007 Atir09 Said : | |
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me like |
| On November 4th 2007 emodraco Said : | |
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very nice |
| On October 26th 2007 emily28793 Said : | |
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luv it... |
| On October 26th 2007 katiejean1461 Said : | |
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that is really good |
