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I wish I would die tonight

I’m losing track of the point

Losing my motivation

They are now my strife

I can’t tell anymore

Where the blood is falling from

Is it my arm

Or the tool that made it red

I try to fit into my plan

Not even good enough for myself

Am I scared

Or am I just to tired to care

I’ll leave this place

Thinking it all will change

But it won’t

I’ll still be all that remains

I cut myself to embrace the pain

To forget the shame

To feel the blood

Run from my veins

Now I am okay

Wait for tomorrow

Again it will change

Ignore all the pain

~ Angelle 10/7/00

Untitled 2000©Angelle Cook

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