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- | Submitted on 04/19/2010 |
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- Title: Suicide
- Artist: Nikki45763
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Description:
When this note is read,
I will be dead.
So here are my last thoughts,
My hands aren't in knots.
Everything seems to be coming off my hand,
Cause I really dont give a damn.
I'd say make it quick and painless,
But i wanna feel Bliss.
The Tears that are by now falling down ur face,
Only made me want to pick of my pace.
There is no point in see you tomorrow,
I just want my life to burrow.
My life ends here,
Stop shredding me tears. - Date: 04/19/2010
- Tags: suicide
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Comments (1 Comments)
- FEAR_US_PENGUINS - 04/25/2010
- first of all theres no reason to think that way and second of all nice poem
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