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i'm feeling very bad,
nobody can save me,
I seem to be alone,
lonely forever.

i'm taking a knife,
catting my arm open,
blood trickles from the wound,
falling on the ground.

the ground become red,
a pool of blood,
forms itselfs on the ground,
the blood refects my face.

this is not what i want,
i don't know what i want,
do i want to live?
or do i want to escape and find my peace?

the only one who can make that dicision,
is me...

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  • If I was a ghost
    October 11, 2008

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    emotional yet it kinda inspires too, telling yourself that only you can kill the pain inside, but sometimes it gets so hard that it feels like we're going to die...