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My Life In One SImple Poem form a song
Contributed by
BabyFacedAngel2010
on
Wednesday, 8th June 2005 @ 12:03:21 AM in AEST
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SongLyrics
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Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and ****, and fight.
I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted *****.
Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand *****? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a ******* knife.
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BabyFacedAngel2010
... [
2005-06-08 00:03:21] (Date/Time posted on
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