Drip

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    Drip
    Drip, drip, drip
    I see the blood
    Dripping out of my body
    I want it to stop
    But it won't
    It wouldn't have started without
    A razor that I had in my hand
    I was having boyfriend problems
    So I thought slitting my wrists
    Would help, but it didn't
    It made things worse
    He found out
    He didn't talk to me for a while
    I slit three more times
    Drip, drip, drip

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    romeo123 commented on Drip

    05-01-2009

    its like i wrote these myself - i think im in love
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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