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this guy..
he sits on his bed with a blade in his hand.. he closes his eyes and whispers his one final stand.. i wished someone had loved me, i wish someone had cared about me.. so he cut his wrists and it began to bleed.. it kills me when i see him like this.. i dont want him to be the one im forced to miss..
Published 18th Mar 2011
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18th Mar 2011 11:13pm
It's the most greated poem i ever hear... it mean much more then words..it's lovley
18th Mar 2011 11:20pm
