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»dead mist«

Aug 13, 2003

last night I tried to slit my wrists / i cut them thirty times in mist / but alas it was all in vain / didn't cut deep enough to hit the vain / / just blood it flew like little streams / down my arm and on my jeans / my head grew light and dixy waves / penetrated my lasting day / / they'd find me tomorrow…  sign in to read more »