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Why I Did

I hold the razor to my wrist Thinking of all the reasons to do this Thinking of all the pain the suffering Then suddenly I see a picture of my sister Slowly taking the razor away Then you call me Tell me that you never want to see my face again You hate me I say your wish is my command Drop the phone And without hesitation Slide it across with all my might Without any regret But now i lay here Surrounded by my blood Tears running down my face The door opens and I tell the man I love Goodbye He stands there As if he cant believe his eyes He cries for help But i just stare at him As the life runs out of me He cries and cries It is too late to turn back Now I close my eyes and say goodbye For i know that i will not wake

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Date: 12/15/2011 6:43:00 AM
Well written. My sister has treated me horrible for years, but I could never leave my love. I don't understand how someone could do that. He IS my life.
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