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End
Contributed by
KraZshyt
on
Monday, 24th February 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I picked up the pills and took the whole bottle
I took the knife and slashed my wrists
I took the rope and hung my neck
Why am I not dead yet
I see the crimson tears down my face
I feel tired and tingley
My arms ache
But hear I hang
Still alive and but also dying
The end will soon be here
NOw i shed my one last tear
Copyright ©
KraZshyt
... [
2003-02-24 00:00:00]
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Re: End
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 02:05:59 PM AEST
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very sad u make one empathize with you. I hope things become better for you soon.
Bobo (Joel) |
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Re: End
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by hardcoreputa on
Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 03:19:19 PM AEST
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| i know what ur going through. i have tried to kill myself repeatively and it never works. i am now at the point where i am out of ideas. my friend told me that there might be some reason why it doesnt work, maybe i have some kind of purpose. i think thats crap... but idk... might be true.... |
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