five, four, three, two,... sorry, counting the number of strands left before this one breaks into two tried calling, didn't go through thinking of bleeding, hope this goes through ti's painful, wish I was holding **you** and not a **blade** that doesn't seem new pain and suffering inside me grew urge to shed a tear, that's what imma do Im falling back and not giving any clue thinking of leaving, my rent here is due but why can't I seem to find my noose? to hell or heaven, nobody knows. - blurhk-