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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
*stands triumpant over the a Writers Block* yep a new poem
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It doesnt mean a thing
What your feeling for me
Im living on a razor's edge
And its cutting in to me
My blood is as red as any
And all you see is fresh
There is no way to heal
Because You don't know what im feeling
I don't have the strength my self
Im begging for release
Im asking you to give up
To let me go
To slit my wrists for me
Tie the knots
Pull it tight
I don't want to wear this smile
I don't wanna hide my tears
I don't wanna be here
And you can't see it
You're losing
You don't realise you lost
My life is seeping out
My blood is covering up the picture
Death is turning it black
The razors edge is where I live
Not in your light
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Monday, October 30, 2006 6:21 PM
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