I am not sure what to title this and i am sure no one will comment no
one ever does really...cept 2 or 3 certain people so here it is... my
newest poem
Looking at you
Then to the knife
That is gently pressed
Against my beating neck
Cold, deep, and blue
Are the eyes that stare at you
Feeling the coldness of the blade
Cutting gently into my neck
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Kel
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And i don't think it's for pity either. Journals aren't for sympathy, they're just the same as a regular hand-written journal. Anyone can read them, you just select the few who are allowed to. /Kisses cheek.
Again, Matt, i'm here for you when you need me.
Katie.
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