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natirey7

Published: Jul 6, 2011

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My hand finally felt steel
             one more time.
My body willingly bleed
             one more time.
My tears heavily fell
             one more time.

That steel's kiss,
caressed my wrist.
My scarred skin,
never felt so thin.

                                       Take me. Take me..
                                              You urged.
And
I

did

.

                       IT
                         FELT
                       SO
                         GOOD.

Until I started to think.
Think how wrong it was.
Think how much it hurt you.
Think about you.

                             YOU. MADE. ME. STOP.

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