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Sorrow

January 24, 2009
By Anonymous

Thin razor cuts,
Stinging like bees,
blood dripping down,
my sorrows finally pleased,
my blood releasing the pain,
but theres always more,
leaving my heart heavy,
and crimson on the floor,
because no one understands



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