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knifes and pain

i lock myself up and i have a knife
i cut my wrist i feel the pain and let
it in i enjoy that pain and to feel the warm blood
trickle down gives me the chills that i love
the pain as the blade pierces my skin feels
reveling and i stay locked up i hide the truth
from my family they'll never know for they don't
want to
Written by blackscarlet
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