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the blade. -
December 20th 2012, 10:16 PM
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She feels the anger rise up inside of her,
Something she's felt before,
It feels different, mixed with hatred
And despair,
She knows this feel just won't pass,
It's here to stay ,
Please just make this stop she'll pray,
The answer ?
A blade,
A shiny metal blade,
These wrists were made for slicing,
This live was made for living,
Thoughts come and go
No where to run
No where to hide
Just a blade and a story
One to be told,
No ears to listen,
No hands to hold.
She's alone.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
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