MY WRIST IS SMALL AND THIN SO FRAGILE SO EASY TO PUNCTURE I SLASH MY WRIST JUST TO WATCH IT TRICLE DOWN MY FRINGER TIPS, INTO A DARK CRMSON POOL OF BLOOD THE POOL IS GETTING DARKER AND BIGGER I'M LOOSING A LOT OF BLOOD BUT MY WRIST FEELS NO PAIN THE BLEEDING STOPS SO I SLSH IT AGAIN AGAIN BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN MY FRINGER TIPS THEN EVERYTHING GOES BLACK JUST BECAUSE I CUT MY WRIST IT FELT SO GOOD THE POOL WAS DARK DARK CRIMSON RED LIKE RUBY RED LIPS MNO WORSE YOU SEEM TO KNOW THE FEELING I SEE OYU FALL TO YOUR KNEES HOLD MY HAND AND CRY AS I LAY IN THAT POOL OF BLOOD I NEVER SAW YOU CRY TILL THAT DAY I CUT MY WRIST YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT OYU MEAN TO ME I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL YOU THEN EVERY THING GOES BLACK AS THEY TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOUR LOVING ARMS IT'S ALL BECAUSE I CUT MY WRIST
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Birth sign: Sagittarius
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