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12:38- Something simple.
I want to cry,
But I can't cry.
I want to die,
But I can't die.
But my throat's filled with blades,
Hard for me to say..
Help.
Cut open,
But you can't see,
Blood draining out and,
Nothing's where it should be.
Falling apart,
All my parts still attached.
Can't you see
I need you to see
Even though it's too late
You're what I need..
But I can't cry.
I want to die,
But I can't die.
But my throat's filled with blades,
Hard for me to say..
Help.
Cut open,
But you can't see,
Blood draining out and,
Nothing's where it should be.
Falling apart,
All my parts still attached.
Can't you see
I need you to see
Even though it's too late
You're what I need..
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