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Comfort in a knife.
written by NirvanaGirl2305:31 PM 10/9/04She cries out for help,
but no one believes her.
so she runs to her room,
so no one decieves her.
Tears in her eyes,
she starts to cry.
Remembering the years,
she spent wanting to die.
She told some friends,
but they just laughed, so she walked away..
with some class.
She remembered his voice and what he said
"if you lose grips, I'll be there for sure".
So she called him up, looking for help.
But no one picked up, no one would help.
So she picked up a knife...
And found comfort there. |
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I dunno, wrote this last night..LEAVE COMMENTS PLEASE!! X__
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| » Comments / Feedback | by deadskoolgrl (10-9-2004 - 05:41 PM)
| love it love it love it!! so true |
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