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Cut

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Jul 2002 · 4 comments

The pressure builds, So I cut. Negative feelings overwhelming me, So I cut. Stress adds up, So I cut. Good for nothing, So I cut. Need to relieve this burden, So I cut. Better off dead, So I cut. A little too deep this time, I cut. My blood is everywhere, Because I cut. This isn't what I want, But I cut. Dead...Because I cut.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-Jul-02/6:45 AM Reply

Next time the 'pressure builds', I suggest you break wind rather than cut. That's what I do.

[n/a] razorgrin 19-Jul-02/11:56 AM Reply

cutting oneself is overrated.then you're left with a bunch of stupid-looking scars, like a bad tattoo. Better to distact yourself till the need to slash yourself up subsides.

[1] horus8 23-Aug-02/10:58 PM Reply

dead..because i read...FUCK MY eyes....oh jesu..the cad has penised my eyes...drink urine from now on to properly operate your writing vehicle...JESUS FUCKING christ...replace every "cut" with "nun"...to better this skin rash...FUCK HAAAAAAAA!

[n/a] Samantha 25-Nov-03/4:46 PM Reply

wow. that was really good. i liked it alot.