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Enriched Plasic and under the knife.........for realCategory: (general)
Tuesday, 2 January 2007
03:38:10 AM (GMT)
With a new dawn comes a new beginning.

Tears stream down my face, red as the bloody knife.

Boasting it's presents as if to laugh at it's victims.

As if to mock the dead.

As if to mock God and Hell.


To break silence is a crime.

I have committed so many terrible crimes.

So many have fallen at my feet.

So many have said no goodbyes to their families.


They never stop to thank God for being alive.

I got to them before they could even scream.

They were dead.

No life, no soul, no heart.


But the way they die.....

It always looks like suicide.

And I get away with murder.

While people think it was suicide.


Many say I am cold.

Black of heart.

Dead on the inside.

If I'm dead on the inside, how can I feel pain as YOU die?


How can I be real?

How can I be fake?

How can I not kill you?



‹AFIIQAA! Says heyy.› says:   16 March 2007   891361  
r u lyk depressed? your diaries freaks me out. *scream*
happybunny3521 says:   8 May 2007   858997  
thats pretty good.....................hey u should mail
she has good poetry and songs and stuff like that too!!
good job!!!
keep it up!!!
freestyle13 says:   4 October 2007   617267  
kill me? please?
‹<3 Her lips taste like a loaded gun</3› says :   15 October 2008   239963  
did you write this?


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