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Old Habbits
She meant so much to me.
And now that it's over,
I can't help but to go back to old habbits.
In my right hand is a blade,
Dancing around my fingers,
Waiting so that it can go back to old habbits.
As the blade dances,
I can't help but remember,
What we did together.
Suddenly the blade stops,
Ready to start up old habbits,
And I'm still thinking about her.
Four things I've never done,
I've done with her,
And I'm proud.[/font]
Now I want to remember these "acomplishments,"
And I want other people to see,
These four "acomplishments,"
The four cuts into my skin,
Old habbits now start again.
And now that it's over,
I can't help but to go back to old habbits.
In my right hand is a blade,
Dancing around my fingers,
Waiting so that it can go back to old habbits.
As the blade dances,
I can't help but remember,
What we did together.
Suddenly the blade stops,
Ready to start up old habbits,
And I'm still thinking about her.
Four things I've never done,
I've done with her,
And I'm proud.[/font]
Now I want to remember these "acomplishments,"
And I want other people to see,
These four "acomplishments,"
The four cuts into my skin,
Old habbits now start again.
Published 18th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
15th May 2012 00:33am
Not very original.
Perhaps come up with another way to talk about cutting yourself?
Perhaps come up with another way to talk about cutting yourself?
