Dec 06, 2001 02:49
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"as i sit here. running this blade up and down my vein, i wonder how much harder i'd have to push to end it all. the warm blood running down my arm. it's comforting to know that even tho my heart beats this way, yours still beats cold. it must. if it didn't you'd be here in my arms. and we'd be together. but all i have now is a blood stained shirt. and everything's fading away."
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nothing new.
shit's the same.