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slipping backwards...
as i sit and slip throughto the old routines, tears run down my cheeks. i know that this does not solve anything, but it reminds me of what i should get. i wish i were dead and those pills seem to be calling my name. at times i do not want to do it, so my razor keeps me confortable. stride after stride, tear after tear, i think of how messed up i am and how worthless i am. so many things pop up...
Published 16th Jan 2011
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16th Jan 2011 10:26am
nohope i will not praise your poetry i will only ask you to hold on to your life so as to write more. Poetry is the medicine for the soul
16th Jan 2011 2:37pm
My razor is the one thing that keeps me from going crazy and committing suicide.
16th Jan 2011 10:32pm
nae let poetry heal your soul and nurture it u expresss your emotions beautifully and it would suck to see u go
18th Jan 2011 5:09am
