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Suicide

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Slit my throat,
Slit my arms,
Stab that knife in both of my palms,

Get me out I want to go,
The pain in my eyes never seems to show,
Mom and Dad just don’t see, what she really meant to me,
My love for her will always be,

As the blood pours away from my lifeless heart,

I think of her name and carve it deep, a work of art,
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Agata Konopka 07 January 2005

The thought of killing mysel has plagued me many a time but now it is time to move on and realize that time will heal, you should talk to someone about the way you feel a friend perhaps. Be strong cry, scream do whatever it is you need to do to release yourself from her.

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Fidelis Patronus 08 December 2004

If she knows you are doing this to yourself and still doesn't come back. She is not the one... you don't need somebody to make the cuts deeper... you need somebody to heal them.

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