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The End

one cut
two cut
three cut
four
i cant take this anymore
ill paint a picture of you and me
cut it in my wrist and watch it bleed
ill never be the same
and your to blame
ill watch you fall
crumble. like a broken wall
i have no words for what you did
to you a farewell i bid
hear the church bells ring
dressed in black, no bling
the funeral was great
now,lets eat some cake
never again will i see your face
in a crowded place
one cut
two cut
three cut
four
i cant take this anymore.



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Milo! said...
Mar. 13, 2010 at 8:44 am
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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