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The scars tell a story. The story can be read. As I see them form, Thoughts run through my head.
This one from being mad… This one from being sad… And the one way over there, That one was to feel glad.
Many have long ones, That fade through time. These stories are all special Because they are all mine.
So let me make another one. The one that is the longest of all. This is me bleeding, And dieing in the hall.
My last story is written All I do is wait. My story cannot change For now it


Eyes wide shutLooking down the hall, To the left, And to the right. Making sure the coast is clear Before I say good-night.Eyes wide shut
I lock the door, And run to my desk And get the thing I know. Grab the knife and to my wrist. The memories clearly show.
The wounds from before Itch across my wrist. Now I make another cut. The pain is great, My eyes shut.
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"Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne."
Thanks for the add.
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Just Breathe
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ha ha ha i looked at your page and it said you had 420 pageviews lol awesome
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Just Breathe
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.......and it's beautiful
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"Oh Doctor, I was in a wonderful place, full of fire and brimstone, and there were all these guys in red pajamas sticking pitchforks in my butt." -Homer J. Simpson
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