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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

To Cover The Stain

Slide the blade along my leg,
Remember who I used to be
Know and hate what I’ve become,
I am never really free,
Blood drips from the gray cold blade
Just as red as ever before,
Pumped by my scattered heart,
Touch my lips to the bleeding cut
A taste of cold life calms my insane mind,
Discover it with the blade,
Try to make the cut deeper,
Deep enough to kill away the pain,
Hurt myself bad enough
To cover up the stain.


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