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Blood Flow                                                                                                        ~November 8th 2001~ Paranoia and deppression cut me like a knife the blood flows from my wrist onto the soft white snow the snow sinks as the warm blood fresh from the body mealts it a lifeless body laying in the cold a younge girl never waking from an endless sleep eternity means nothing to her she is the reapers now at his disposal but she does not shake nore show fear life to her is meaningless now she will never know what was in store for her she will never know what its like to hold her one and only close to her she is dead never moving again she can only hope that death will end her constint suffering her life a hell not knowing weither she was living or dead in the begining she now knows that she was alive, just in hell her torment is over now, her body lay slumped over on the ground, the blood trickles little by little still out of her gaping wounds but it matters not to her she no longer feels lifes pain her soul is free