Unwritten Poem by Monique White
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to make the pain real i cut my rist and seeing the blood just makes me twist im not myself I want to die to make it worse idk y I dont hav the guts to end my own life but one day i will and makie the ultimte sacrifice wen i take my last breath from the earth i will leave i hope and i pry that someone elce misses me
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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5/1/2024 4:39:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I've gone through all of your posts.All of them seem to be conversations, although not dialogues. I chose to comment on them, although they are not so impressive as pieces of poetry, because they bear signs of a broken heart.Friend, try to look at life from a positive angle.My blessings -