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Old September 20th, 2005, 08:42 PM  
Default my secret dread exposed.

My thoughts are spilling out on paper.
They shrivel up and make the paper look filled and heavy.
The valuable time im wasting sitting here on earth.
When I could be tangled up in my coffin.
With a velvet case and blood-red roses above my head.
Except Im still here, Still breathing.
Like Im having an asthma attack.
I need my knife to help maintain my decrese my rapidly growing heartbeat.
The perspiration drips off my tightly- grasp hand.
I drop the knife.
run up to my bedroom, slam the door.
Im safe until I see my uncle.
With his wicked sceams and metal beams.
My secret Dread isnt so secret anymore.
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