oh the things we think of

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By inner_demons

memories are there forever you cant seem to escape from the thoughts in your head when you see a picture or hear a song it all means so much it could make you cry but sometimes you just want to die you begin to wonder would anyone care if they woke up one day and you were not there suddenly the thought of the blade on on the knife becomes more appealing than your will to live you look at it there and then hear the door it will be too late by the time they get in your life will no longer exist anymore

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October 22, 2005 14:03hidden

you put "blade on on the knife" i'm pretty sure you dont have a stutter. i like'd some of it but the ending ruined it for me
sorry