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You see me walking silently, down these dead hallways, my rists you see violently i hide my shame, feeling like a cliche you do not understand, with all of this in hand i did not understand myself until it came, that stress inside so much i could not hide and even though, not healthy to show that all of my troubles are gone it seemed to help make things dissappear now that everything is clear these markings on my rists still stay and say 'tisk tisk' and now i lay to heal all of that was real ill never do that again. . .
wiccansoluna added this comment 2008-08-15 10:42:11-05:00
i love the pic and the poem. good job.
wiccansoluna added this comment 2008-08-15 10:42:11-05:00
i love the pic and the poem. good job.