Friday, October 9, 2009

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No one knows what is going thru my head.
as I slide the glimmering blade over my wrist.
While I watch the red crimson flow down my fingers
Dripping onto the once white tile floor.
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Nicole Gehrman
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Jackie QUERO 17 October 2009

nice n true i liked it it was intrest

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Kayllis Ragland 16 October 2009

that was a good poem.. i once tried that but i have more to get and give n learn so thats y im here today.. im 16 too.. you can comment mine if u would like

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Kayllis Ragland 16 October 2009

that was a good poem.. i once tried that but i have more to get and give n learn so thats y im here today.. im 16 too.. you can comment mine if u would like

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Sans Serif 12 October 2009

Nothing hurts more than someone hurting you. Even worse when they enjoy it. The blood is your life and you should have to spill it for no one but yourself. If you cut for pain caused by others you do nothing but cause their satisfaction.

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Romeo Michael 09 October 2009

deepp poem feel alot of emotion

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Nicole Gehrman

Colfax, Wisconsin
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