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Wednesday, 8 June 2011
09:45:07 PM (GMT)

I sat in the bathtub full of water.
Trying not to cry, while gashing.
What did it matter?
I felt the warmth over me.
I didn't care if it was pain to others.
If it was stupid to others.
It was the only feeling to me.
Sometimes people think its an attempt of suicide.
To me its not a death-gateway, its the only way to feel alive.
It lets out silent screams.
It lets me know I can control some pain in my misiriable life.
Now, I sit on the floor. 
With an apology written beside me.
I open my Bible and I carefully read Psalms on last time.  
Confess the sins I can think of and ask forgiveness of the ones I can't.
Say one last silent prayer.  Then one aloud.
Then I hope to find my way There.
My last bit of blood washes over the apology letter.
What does it matter?
I guess thats just another thing I'm sorry for.

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