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Aug 17, 2004 17:35


take the knife
to my throat
and letme die
in your arms.
so i know,
you know i dont
exist anymore.
my blood stains
your shoes as
you drop me to
the floor.
you dont say
anything.. for
the first time
i see your true
emotions.
stuff me in the
back of your
mind. i lay
there dead on
your bathroom
floor..

my blood; your fear.

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i_am_azn August 17 2004, 21:25:46 UTC
I fear nothing.

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i_am_azn August 17 2004, 22:23:27 UTC
i dont like ur poem, it makes me worry and i dont like worrying about my friends. if u wanna talk about sumptin call me. lata.
Tylor

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