The Earth tries to contain her blood
But sometimes it must spill
Bringing release and destruction
Thus it is
With those who cut their body
To relieve their pain.
Me
03/08/2006
Thursday, March 08, 2007
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2 comments:
Yes. It was like this back when I used to cut...now it's like this when I have a drink...
"knight was here..."
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