I'm here without my sharp little friend
The one I thought I'd have 'till the end
That little friend I love so much
My little friend who's sharp to the touch
But I can't touch tha sharpness now
How I forgot it, I don't know how
I wish I had another friend to borrow
That's okay I'll just get mine tomarrow
A contest entry
- To Write Love On Her Arms by ShadedRequiem.
400 points, ended January 9, 7 entries
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You've grazed the pain a bit, but I'm looking for a more in depth analysis and some hope because that's what this holiday/organization is all about.
Thanks for the entry,
Kelsey-Jo -
I can't read this please change the color of the font or the background.
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A suggestion would be to remove "who's" in the fourth line so it would become: "That little friend I love so much/My little friend; sharp to the touch."
Also, if you removed "But" from the beginning of the fifth sentence, and "How" from the beginning of the sixth, I think it'd flow better.
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wow
this is painfully dear to my heart. i hate to admit... im a cutter too. nice read.
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cool like the rythm in it1 Keep it up!
xxx
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