My Fated Sword 2003-09-23 @ 6:43 p.m. Impaling myself upon the sword That glitters like a cold diamond in my hand Warmed by my blood that flows from skin To the jewel-encrusted hilt When my hands are filled with blood roses and my vision Fades to black I’ll know the only person That ever judged my worth was me And the sword should have been used To slay the doubt and self-hatred Rather than the person who inflicted Every wound, and never allowed them to heal Before & After I Miss You Sweet - 2005-07-10 S p a c e - 2005-06-03 Spiral - 2005-03-24 Anymore - 2005-01-28 Inspired - 2004-12-04

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