5 avril 2006
cutting..
Upright in my bathroom
A razor blade to the hand
I did not want to live more time
And I opened while thinking of you
My blood started to run
My head to turn
My sight scrambled myself
And I fell
The door opened and you entered
then I regretted what I had done
You advanced and for the first time
I saw you poured a tear for me.
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