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| Low Point of the Day |
| Empty, calm, cold numb. Hit me, I don't feel it My emotions were cut from the start. Chaos - but my small bubble protects me. I desperately hold onto childhood and run from adulthood, but it's the transition that sucks. Please help me as I sink and drown, but don't save me. I can do it myself, I need to. Cut me, I don't bleed. I've long been dead, you just haven't noticed. Give me the knife, I'll make myself feel, and try not to kill myself in the process. November 23, 2001 |
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