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I pull out the razor, begin to cut my chest
where deep inside, my broken heart rests
broken under the command she gives
I'm hers as long as my soul still lives
Guilt that builds and breaks the line
crossing through my heart, letting me know im not fine
I handed you my heart anyways and you took it
tried to put the pieces together, but some just don't fit
I'll spill the aweful truth to you,
I'm not okay, I just can't stop this thing I do...

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Written December 5th, 2004

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  • February 14, 2005
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    Ooh. I think it flows well, and the rhyming made it all fit together. I just noticed that I said basically the same thing as the last person... Woops. Anyway. I loved it, lol.

    Caitlin <3


  • -diamond tears-
    January 9, 2005
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    oOoOo this is great the rhyming made it allfit together well and gave it a good flow Very emotional, well done, keep it up

    ~ A F ~


  • December 6, 2004
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    Oooh. It's good.


  • Party Monster x 2
    December 6, 2004
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    i liked it