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[brettunia]

was kinda in the mood for a poem. heh total emo....

Lure my heart away from temptations, and further from tourtre,
How long till i finally decide that hope has run dry,
how long till i realize that what i want wont happen,
how long till a cold blade touches my skin and heads to veins,
how long till scars from inside show up outside,
how long till my soul is bled to empty,
how long till i end up in a padded room and straight jacket,
how long till i see my own casket,
how long must i make myself suffer.