My life dance on a line. The line of life and death. My heart is screaming. Its crying out for help. With this knife, I let them bleed. With this blade, i cut my soul. With this sword, I pierce my heart. With this blood, it takes my life. Now that Im gone, who will know? Now that i rest, who will remember? Now that i sleep, who will care? now that Im dead, why am I sad? it a poems(online status not displayed)
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