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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
121005


i stood in fear in YOUR eyes.
those eyes of betrayal, of razors.
backstabbed.
the knife goes piercing into the skin.
it tears, bleeds, slits, blades, sharp, tear it.
whtevr.

people drift further away.
are you the person i used t knw.
whr're you whn i needed you.

& nw you're GONE.
is this a lie.
ignore me IF you BLOODY WISH.
cos i dont give no SHIT no more.
if you're seeing this,
GOOD for YOU.
i think you suck.

fcuk her.
fcuk the beach.
fcuk your lies.
and lastly,
fcuk YOU.