Again in my hand, by bLoOdY_tEaRs Subscribe to rss feed for bLoOdY_tEaRs 

I think why do I hate 
The way I hate 
Why do I hurt 
The way I do 
I lay my knife down 
And look at my life 
I wonder 
Why do I need this knife 
Then i remeber those hate full words 
I hear each day 
And the knife again 
Finds its way to my hand
Posted: 2005-06-30 04:14:49 UTC
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2007-08-14 10:11:49xxSoulsxxLiexx
this means soo much especially wen i kno that same feeling this is really good