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Tears of Red
Contributed by
Kunoichi
on
Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 02:03:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Every day I come home, I deal with every day crap. It's all disastrous though, because it feel a lot like a trap. The first thing I do when I get here is reach for something sharp, Because deep down, I know, it'll eventually stop my heart.
And when I do this, my tears fall onto my wrists, And soon enough, I know, scars'll take the place of slits. Those tears that fell had turned slowly to red As I fell on the floor, realizing I was dead.
Copyright ©
Kunoichi
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2007-04-01 02:03:16] (Date/Time posted on
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