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cutting
just a little cut,
ok one more then ill stop.
Should i stop?
NO ill keep going.
Deeper and deeper.
The beautiful crimson starts to flow.
i go deeper with each cut.
i think ive hit bone.
i dont care it feels to good to care.
now im floating in a see of crimson.
i hear my name called.
then screamed
now im lifted and strapped down.
and my world goes Black.
ok one more then ill stop.
Should i stop?
NO ill keep going.
Deeper and deeper.
The beautiful crimson starts to flow.
i go deeper with each cut.
i think ive hit bone.
i dont care it feels to good to care.
now im floating in a see of crimson.
i hear my name called.
then screamed
now im lifted and strapped down.
and my world goes Black.
Published 9th Nov 2011
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