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slit your wrists open the wound blood is pouring down wash away your problems, dear yeah, you're stupid
they'll go away they won't stay wash away your problems, dear tomorrow won't happen forever is coming wash away your problems, dear
a pool of red your pool of life slowly growing larger the thread is cut your out of luck you're stupid
want to die this is the time decision - take or leave not too long time's almost gone breath is short
turn back now cover it up try to hold your life inside as it flows on down your arm wash away your problems dear
and so it ends this night of nights the warmth has drained of her she washed away her problems now in a tidal surge of red regret she felt before she went but now what can she do?
April 20, 2001 |
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