that thin edge
theres always that thin edge to ride on theres always that thin edge to bide on and when you cross that edge bad things can happen blades can fly and things can happen blood can spill befor you can take a grasp on reality but what is reality when all we have is that thin edge that we ride on
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suicide
as the blade goes till there was nothing within you lie on the floor in front of frind that you hold close within till the pian grows more as your blood spills out the fears go out and the life that you new is no more
© Gage Shewmaker
love hurts
roses are red voiltes are blue no one loves you as much as i do as we get into fights and nothing goes right all i can think about is that one specil night where every thing wass perfict and every thing was true but now your gone forever and i still love you but now the music stops and i am at the end all i need in this world is that one true friend but as the blood spills and the room goes dark you finaly relise the you stole my heart and as i died you looked in my eyes and with the rithem of true you said i love you
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the end
as the blood spills and all the pian goes away in tillthe room goes dim and every thing fades you lean back and the room goes black your worse fears go away and every ting is hole then you wake up and every ting is there the fears are back and you cant stay calm as you grasp the handel hard in your palm and you take the blade deep in you skin to were there was nothing within and then befor you no it there was the end .....................
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