Silver

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By <b>Dark Neko</b>

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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November 10, 2005 07:59bedazzled

physical pain as a release of emotional pain? there's a better way honey