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Staring into the blank obise...
Everthings dizzy, I cant see stright.
Im surrounded by my warm thick blood.
It was worth it to have that cold, smooth blade drag across
my warm scared arms As the pain and stress leave my body.
Nothing could feel greater.
The room is growing dark I think this might be the end...
But just as everything goes black...
I wake in a bright white room
Montiors beeping and buzzing as the IV drips into my arm.
I didnt think i'd be back here again...
I guess this time wasnt right either...
Posted: 2009-03-14 01:04:42 UTC

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