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Dismay

A neat row of 5 cuts cloud my arm, deep dark red, set off the alarm, not

hearing the yelling dont care what u've said. leave me alone, dont ask
me? ions, i pick up the phone, but only to recieve rejection. my death

im deciding, in others im confiding, thru the night i keep on riding,

judging me, others siding against me, not knowing which way to turn

cus i cant see, the cuts bleeding all over me, cus thats the way it had to

be. so jus get over it, cus this is what u get, a girl broken who feels like

shit, always in pain the 1st one they forget, as i jus think aas i sit, gettin

so depressed that my wrists i slit, as i take another hit, off this good

weed i trip, my heart beating so fast out of my chest it might rip,

the blade im grip, happiness n pain switch off n constantly flip. It goes on

n on forever, the same stuff every other day, myself is not 2gether, n i

feel so much dismay.
Monday, July 17, 2006
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