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Over the edge

I'm infused with pain  I draw incisions on my vain  cutting deeper each time  falling deeper into my depression mad at the world pissed at god for ripping away the 3 people I loved  I watched as my mothers heart was ripped out of her chest and murdered  to young to understand that pain  i'll just slice another vain  no one cares about me so y should I care  Blood pouring out  my grandma thinks I'm crazy  So do my friends but it's just all the pain I hold in Rip me from this life Stab me in the heart with this knife  Tonight I commit suicide Don't feel sorry for me  Cause now I'm finally free 

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Date: 12/29/2010 12:42:00 AM
I'm concerned. You don't want 2 do that. I plead the blood of Jesus over you from the crown of your head 2 the sole of your feet. Don't give up. Step out on faith. If you got nothing 2 lose than y not give it a shot. He loves you.
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