I want a knife,
So I can put it to my throught,
I want a gun,
So I can put it to my head,
I want a razor,
So I can slit my rists,
I want to die,
Why won't you tell me why?
Why did you do it?
What the hell did I ever do to you?
I want to die,
I though about it way to many times...
I don't know what to do any more...
For some reason,
Im still in love with you...
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this is mighty powerfull youre only young stuff hurts now but years to come hell you wont even rember them i know i was 15 100 years ago


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Doh! I forgot to give you your props, how dare I?!?!?!


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Im so sorry about what happened! Your worth so much, I really do hope you dont get the gun or the knife! Good write, but I hope things get better for you!
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I feel the same way...You took the word right out my mouth!



