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Lying down on the floor

with those cuts on my wrist.

Tears falling down from those eyes;

keep whispering 'how can I end this?'

I'll have no feelings,

as you keep hurting me.

I'll become more cold

the result, soon, you'll see

Razor in my hand,

blood is leaking.

No matter how hard I press,

I still feel nothing.

My heart, I give to you.

yours, belong to someone's heart

I ask nothing

but not to tear mine apart

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too much poem study huh? guess so...

feels like being throwing around...

whatever....

got work to do...

buhbye~~~