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When I was little I used to be a slicer. This is something I wrote while thinking about that. It's long, it's odd, and it's me. My mind....So yah. Um...yah. *Pokes her tongue out at you then suddenly dances* I saw my exboyfriend today from three years ago and when he saw me I heard him whisper to his friend, "Damn, whose the babe," and then he realized it was me!!! Sorry, just had to share that. *Smiles and dances* Anyways...Get on with the dang poem!!!
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Watch as the blood drips
Falling slowly
Upon the ground and rips
Moving lowly
Out of your mind
To darkness
Nothing so kind
Undress
Poor little girl
Long sleeves
Hide the cuts and curls
Binding thee
From doing harm
To yourself
Cutting your arm
Sad health
Poor wealth
Kind filth
Death
In minds eye is all she sees
Smile hiding
Tears that fall to trees
Once binding
Praying for heaven
Yet siding
Hell won't be forgiven
For Crimes
You didn't commit
You die
again
So slice away once more
In store
is nothing but pain
That engulfs
Soul so dark with rain
Eating away
At each smile
You fake
To be free
But inside
You die
Slowly...
Drift off,
Dying so slowly
Another vicitim now
Another one to end up
Amidst the high clouds
Falling from the sky
Hard to the ground
Praying to escape
You still
Die
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