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My sick twisted life....

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Nuckle scars and bruses so far up the arm.... Nuckle scars and bruses so so far up the arm. Blood dripping down my side. Knife in one hand and my side in the other. Stubbiling side to side, blackness closing in . Dragging my feet down the side walk, to dark to see. Leaning against the telephone pole, without the energy to move on. Push myself off and stumble further down the walk. Clutching and clutching , crash as I hit the wall. Blackness to much, not a single dot of light to clutch. As I roll to the my side and sit up i hear the sounds of a guy. Leaned against a stoned wall , with nothing to see but little bit of it all. Voices throwing them selfs at me, hands shaking me. "wake up, Wake up" they say. "who ******** cares" I say. "the ambulance is near" they say. "just let me sleep it all away" I shut my eyes ......... A stone walkway. Gloomy trees on both sides and not a soul in sight......

Posted by: non_excisting Wed Jul 11, 2007 @ 03:53pm

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