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Sunday, December 19, 2004


   everyone tells me this poem is intense. LETS SEE!!! :D
Memories of Liberation

I find my heart.
And rip it from whats left of myself.

My soul was raped and taken from me.
Turned black and empty with hate.

All i can do is cry.
As i wait to die.

I'll do it again!
The knife is in my hand!

This time it wont be the wrist.
My throat is clean and open.

I will die.
I'll finally kill myself.

I wanted it so badly.
The knife to my neck.

You stopped me once.
You held my hand.

Said you loved me.
You'll never leave me.

Do i love you?
Will i stop myself from leaving you?

I remember your hand in mine.
Your soft kiss.

It's now or never!
I must do it now!

A small line of blood,
As the knife begins to sink in.

Your still in my mind.
I fall to the floor and begin to cry.

I realize i still love you.
And i drop the knife.

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