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Needle and thread.
Cut me open, watch the blood
flow off my arm.
I cant do anything but think,
while i sit here and harm.
Its all just way to much
going through my head.
Everything i once loved,
i now dread.
As i sit here and pull
this knife through my
skin like a needle and thread.
flow off my arm.
I cant do anything but think,
while i sit here and harm.
Its all just way to much
going through my head.
Everything i once loved,
i now dread.
As i sit here and pull
this knife through my
skin like a needle and thread.
Published 5th Oct 2012
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