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    Friday, January 21st, 2005
    2:06 am
    hey well i dont think you ever look in here anymore so im just gunna leave and just say bye i loved your stuff though bye...xxxx laura
    Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
    11:44 pm
    let go[wanna be poetry]
    below the surface how does it feel?
    kept locked inside the deciet and decay
    i long for the voids filler
    and i dream of a razor
    sharp enough to cut away all my numb
    yet breathing in circles does not help
    i lie in my own words
    and i see she stands tall
    as she breaks her own heart
    distant callings
    and satan yearns for her sadness
    he toys with her mind
    now shes lost in the stone house
    like a hermit to the noise
    i dont care to be here
    i just dont care to be gone
    wounded and bleeding
    she screams for real love
    then love walks up
    and tells her to suffercate
    so she draws in her last and final breath
    then holds it as she starts to hallucinate of her lover....
    cold under the knife
    but warmed by the touch
    the red comes through her smile
    her eyes do not cry
    just fast enough to realize shes been long ago dead
    she was never real
    just a thought
    just a pain
    just a razor calling for the pain
    1:55 am
    my dreams are stuck in your teeth
    she always looks down
    then she never notices the stares
    and she breathes out purple shadows
    in the wind like a raw way to exhale
    the reason you notice shes so pale isent because shes goth
    its because shes sick
    sick with a disease of self injury
    those cuts never counted as more than
    a way to cry
    soft spoken the creator made a mistake
    and she had to pay
    the demon always snuck up on her
    whispered pretty haunting things
    and then left
    leaving a aura of just what she felt inside
    a real reason to let the red flow
    she followed the razors shine
    until she bled into the next light
    the light that made her disapear
    and now finally she has nothing to think about
    the last time she looked up
    the mirrror cut her wrist

    [this is not a real poem its just quick thoughts]

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