Silver, by Dark Neko
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The silver glistens in the light,
I take it gladly despite my fright.
Somehow it seems to take away my hurt and pain,
If I don’t use it I will surely go insane.
Its like a comforting sting,
that lets my veins sadly sing.
As the crimson tear drops fall from my wrist,
its as if I have just been gently kissed.
It is a sensational feeling
it is my way of truly dealing
with my pain.
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Posted: 2005-11-05 02:22:17 UTC |
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2005-11-10 07:59:26 | bedazzled |
physical pain as a release of emotional pain? there's a better way honey |