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Note that lays upon my floor

so the night has fallen
and I'm asleep
the dark has cover my soul so empty and weak
the wind will take away my breath
my body so cold lay there to rest
a note lay on my floor next to the knife
"dear mom and dad
i hope your glad
no more pain
no more yelling
no more stressing
no more abuse
no more nothing
cause I'm not of use
hope your happy now"

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Written November 10th, 2003

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  • Babscat
    November 10, 2003
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    As always --- success is the best revenge! Leave the knife on the table, pick up the guitar, join up with a band...

    It takes only a little courage to live, but death is the coward's best friend. Do it now!