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Blood
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Blood
Erin Partridge



Here I am,
Ready to take it
fists down
blood ready

Pull it back
make a mark
tell me that you see
what it is you've done to me

I sit and think
I've had it in my hands
the one thing that could end it all
all I would have to do
is put it on me and pull it back

To take it was what I wanted
to make my pain end
to see you smile at me like a person
if that means I have to end
than so be it

Here it is
the end of the line
I have it in my hands
I put it on my skin
I pull it back

The blood is warm
it touches my skin
its pouring out of me
I fall to the ground

You see this
I hold it up
the blade I knew very well
the blade I used many a time

The blood on it is my own
Will you smile when I'm gone?
Will you laugh?
Or will you be who I think you are and not care?

The blood is gone
I'm done
The pain gone
the angel you once knew
is no more.


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O_o .__. that one is dark..
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#2
D...Dude. o-o
Deep, but does it have a meaning? O-o;;
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#3
-_- story of my life... -_-
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#4
Moony: .__. Maybe


Chris: Awwww... *hugs*
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#5
good poem padfoot but u ever cut urself and u'll have a very angry prongs.

and Christine: i secound that.
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#6
yeah i think we've all ha d apary of life like that

padfoot: thx *hugs bak*

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