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my world is spinning out control.

my world is spinning out control.
my life is distant and cold.
i feel the hurt that's seems never to end.
so cut to  numb the pain again.
the blood that drips down to floor the cuts fresh
ever day is new one brought to my skin
soon the cutting will no longer help and I'll kill my self and be dead
then life no longer be
the cuts that i no longer have will bleed

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Written September 28th, 2005

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