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Author: zeanomourph
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Published: 07-21-04 - Updated: 07-21-04 - id:1671502
Blood spills down my wrists,
Into my weak hands.
You look at me incessently,
The same three letters,
Why...
This time I cut too deep,
I promise you...
This time is the last time...
I swear...
Refrain from crying,
Shed not one tear..
I beg you for some sort of release,
Yet you leave me here,
Gasping for one last breath..


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