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Submitted:Dec 30, 2007 Reads: 112 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Cut
I run into my room
Pick up a CD and throw it
The CD hits the wall
Shattering into peices
I pick up a sharp peice
I press it to my wrist
Blood trickles down my Arm
And sadly
I feel better
Better for worse
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