Friday, July 17, 2009
Cuts On My Wrist Going Towards My Fists Comments
Rating: ★5.0
tears roll down my face, at a slow but steady pace
wishing I can scrape away all my anger
as I look down I see signs of danger
I start to yell for help, then I realize no ones there to hear my yelp
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9/7/2025 5:34:09 AM # 1.0.0
very very deep and passionate. it flows very well. i love your style. i cant wait to read the rest.