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[QUOTE="nick:113430"][B]A poem by 'niccolai'[/B]: Small metal object can hide it in a shoe and it easily fits into a pocket When it glides across my skin then just like a rocket the pain shoots up to my brain. As i watch the blood as it flows a warm sensation inside of me grows Now i watch the blood as it drips slowly to the floor i know this emotion is holy and i want to feel it more. You see some people say they want to die and may even believe it but the art form is not in death it takes skill to truly achieve it I have walked along the edge of life and death and even acted bolder because of that i am forever now looking over my shoulder. Its the riddle of death and razors that keeps my brain buzzing the sincerity that can be obtained with a little cutting My whole journey in life has been about death take away my miseries then i would have nothing left. Scars can close up but haha they can be easily re-opened life is about experiencing pain to the max not being outspoken Read my words and see the truth that lies them because i have ruled out any chances of ever getting into heaven Twombley, Nick. [U]Poems 21-30[/U]. "#28". accessed August 15th, 2004. <http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/goldenratio/content/Nick_s_poems.zip>. [IMG]http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/goldenratio/content/Nicc.jpg[/IMG] hot topic / suicide / tigers.[/QUOTE]
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