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Jaded

The blade falls death calls injecting pain a messed up brain making ends meet with bloody streaks blood drips down my wrist suicide sent me a kiss dragging me in and holding me down building within never to be found broken hearts and shattered dreams makes up all thats left of me suffering in pain i go back for more making a cut as i watch the blood pore sucking out my life as i lay on the ground suicide took me and all without a sound. -Spencer Coggsdale

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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