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Talking... (Free verse) by thirdchildofpain

TALKING- Cut my wrist I'm not afraid, you're the one with the razor blade. You stare at me like I'm nuts You wont pull it you don't have the guts I'm looking you right in the eye What's wrong? I want to die. Look hard, what do you see? Nothing extravagant just me. I'm nothing more than that Just annoying and a brat. So poke fun if you want to hurt me, Anyway you’re going to Life's too long for me to love So take my life and send me above. I really want to go how badly you just don't know. Good-bye my friends for me, this is the end…

thepinkbunnyofdoom 24-May-03/4:25 PM
Some style some flare but not really much there -6-




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