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me

Im holding a blade....
Stareing at the mirror at my reflection....
Hateing everything i have became....
I find myself stareing again....
I punch at the image....
I scream for help the pain sets in....
Glass all in my hand....
Blood poreing out....
I cry out shout after shout....
But nothing comes out....
The blood slowly stops....
But it's because im out my eyes close and i hit the floor never haveing to have to worry about you no more....
Written by thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
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