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The corner of the room Is as dark as night itself There is where I find my comfort There is where my pain will be rescued For in this corner is a table And on this table is a knife On this knife is many bloodstains From previous actions that have occurred Slice once, it stings only a little Slice again, ahh the pain is such a relief Slice a third time, oh watch how the blood comes out DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! Oh watch how the blood comes out

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/29/2009 6:55:00 AM
'DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...' WOW!!! ...such stark imagery. If this is true you have really been through some tough times... God bless, Keith
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Date: 5/28/2009 3:33:00 PM
this is really good!!!
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Date: 5/27/2009 2:33:00 PM
I know exactly how that feels.Thank you for commenting on my poem
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Date: 5/27/2009 11:58:00 AM
wow,. the past.. pretty :D.
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Date: 5/27/2009 11:40:00 AM
I Feel Your Pain. Such An Action Rescues Myself From My Own Dimishing Life. The Pain Is Such A Releif And So...Beautiful, Sometimes. Something That Keeps My Mind Away From The Dangerous Topic Of My (They Try To Say Not-) Broken Home. Powerful. Though This Action Truly Isnt The Right Way. Love This. Love. Jese
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Date: 5/27/2009 11:26:00 AM
This is overwhelming..wow....those last lines..my gosh...
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