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MY corner.
xcutswristsx

My friand and I wrote this one too

Every night I cry, sitting in my corner.Saying why me? Just why me? I pulled out a razar I held it up to my wrist, I think do I really wanna start all over again? Do I really wanna start all over again? I think it through. What ever screw you two. So I make a move and all of a sudden my mom opens the door and says what the hell are you doing? the blood is dripping I dont know what to say. So I just walk away.
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6 Oct 08

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your friEnd and you wrote this one toO

if you're going to use english, then use it properly.
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again, cliches
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