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their never leaving

A endless reminder of what i have done
the person who i was
mean, cruel, hateful
Trying to erase those feelings
doing everything i can do, to forget these memories
The consist reminder of the
little white marks
The memory of the blood, smearing on my wrist
the feeling that washes through me
The image of the thin rough knife
comes lashing down
some times i think its all but a dream
until i search for the little white marks
i know this all but a reminder
of what i have become
Written by destroy123 (Babygirl18)
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