Bloody Dreams, by LaShawnna
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At night when everyone is asleep, I have bloody dreams.I
dream of laying on my bed, and I cut my wrists deep, and I
watch the blood flow because I'm sick of the pain that goes
on in my life.When I have the bloody dreams I cry because I
realize this isn't a dream at all I'm actually laying on the
bed, and actually bleeding.I couldn't stop so now I'll have
to pay with my life.
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Posted: 2005-10-30 15:44:45 UTC |
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