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not really a poem just thinking out loud


Submitted:Mar 27, 2008    Reads: 95    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I hate that feeling of self-contemp

The way it naws at you

making you

put the blade to your wrist

then it all goes away

and your fine

if only for a moment





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