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[title] => Without Him
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[bodytext] => She sat alone in the darkness of her room. Each car that passed, the light of it’s headlights shone through her window upon two sharp razors laid out in front of her, each glistening with a tempting glow. She wondered to herself why he broke her heart and shattered her every dream. She picked up the sharpest razor of the two and held it to her wrist. Just as she pressed down, the phone rang and her hand slipped across her skin. The phone kept ringing as she was lying on the floor with a fountain of crimson redness coming from her veins. Finally the answering machine came on, it was him saying he still loved her and was dying without her. What he didn’t realize is that at that same exact moment she was dying of a slash across her wrist that was supposed to be a small cut, just to ease the pain of being without him.
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Without Him
Contributed by
deathwriter
on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 08:08:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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She sat alone in the darkness of her room. Each car that passed, the light of it’s headlights shone through her window upon two sharp razors laid out in front of her, each glistening with a tempting glow. She wondered to herself why he broke her heart and shattered her every dream. She picked up the sharpest razor of the two and held it to her wrist. Just as she pressed down, the phone rang and her hand slipped across her skin. The phone kept ringing as she was lying on the floor with a fountain of crimson redness coming from her veins. Finally the answering machine came on, it was him saying he still loved her and was dying without her. What he didn’t realize is that at that same exact moment she was dying of a slash across her wrist that was supposed to be a small cut, just to ease the pain of being without him.
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Re: Without Him
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by sick_n_twisted on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 09:36:54 PM AEST
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| great write so sad |
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Re: Without Him
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by blueeyedevil13 on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 09:49:56 PM AEST
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thats so sad. i wonder what he will do without her.
great write keep writing.
av |
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Re: Without Him
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by Stalkee on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 09:53:37 PM AEST
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| man...that's awful...a good write though, I really enjoyed reading it |
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Re: Without Him
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by BabyFacedAngel2010 on
Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 05:15:57 PM AEST
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WOW both poem were very moving your a really good writer...
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Re: Without Him
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by tractorbabe on
Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 11:24:11 PM AEST
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| wow thats sad ...its a great write though |
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Re: Without Him
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by Alyssa on
Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 02:00:58 AM AEST
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such a good write. i liked the irony of it all. u r a realli amazing writer.
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