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the harsh reality is...
There's so much pain, but i dont feel a thing,
The blade sinks into the flesh of my wrist,
Fascinated, i watch as the blood seeps from the wound
and drips to the carpet, a stain that will never come out,
I may fade and die...that stain wont.
My last coherent thought is of you.
I love you, but cannot be with you.
Life is so unfair.
boy am i thankful you didn't full fill that desire.