Again in my hand

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By bLoOdY_tEaRs •

I think why do I hate The way I hate Why do I hurt The way I do I lay my knife down And look at my life I wonder Why do I need this knife Then i remeber those hate full words I hear each day And the knife again Finds its way to my hand

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August 14, 2007 10:11xxSoulsxxLiexx

this means soo much especially wen i kno that same feeling
this is really good