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Untitled
Contributed by
Nessa_Lee
on
Friday, 20th August 2004 @ 05:13:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I hear your squeaking bed,
while the thoughts of blood
run through my head.
I stare at a blank screen,
with the perfect suicide note
to be seen.
Wouldn't it be nice,
to walk in-
and see your daughter
covered in blood?
All the while,
you were in bed?
Copyright ©
Nessa_Lee
... [
2004-08-20 17:13:14]
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 )
by waos on
Friday, 20th August 2004 @ 08:36:32 PM AEST
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| That was sad, heartbreaking. It's such an awful thing to see the kids of our world dreaming of things like this. I wish that I could help you. *hug* |
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