I suffer from:

Body parts.
Bleeding hearts.
Loud moaners.
Organ doners.
Castration.
Circimsizeation.
Amputation.
Self mutalation.
Heart attack.
Knife in back.
Blood and sin.
Scars on skin.
Being alone.
Empty home.
So sick I wanna purge.
To cut myself I have the urge.

Chris newlash

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Kirsten Gray (9/2/2008 9:49:00 AM)
i really like this one... it's so simple yet so deep and all inclusisve
~*Kirsten*~

Flames Of Desire Consumed By The Fire (8/17/2008 10:07:00 PM)
Ah, tragedy in ones life, severity worse than others. great style and poem by the way!

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