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Feeling like dying

Kiss my lips one last time,
Slite my wrists with your mind.
Hug me tightly,
then stab me hastily.
Because without you...
I am Nothing, crazy.

Rib my heart out,
watch it drip.
Hell it's already broken,
so let it set.
Hang my head,
high above the floor...

Light a match and
lock the door...
Tell no one of this deed,
Just nourish yourself
with this unfaithful greed.



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curlygurlray said...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 11:00 pm
i know this feeling all too well and i know millions of people feel the same. (: i love this
 
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