[make me feel alive, make me feel pain, slit my wrist]
By krist
make me feel alive, make me feel pain, slit my wrist and enojoy the rain Let it drip drip drip... like poetry on the floor and i'll dance, Oh how i'll dance with such joy on my face till the very last drop Such true poetry flowing from my veins from me to you so you can see that i am all right that it is okay to bleed and this thing called life i dont Truely need Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 03:32 AM PST 10 • 0
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"make me feel alive, make me feel pain, slit my wrist..."