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She cut her fragile wrists and let them bleed lifting her head only to look at the mirrior no longer at herself but at an awsome stranger... |
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They suffered untold terrors in the darkness of my shed and huddled together for comfort fearing that the light of day may leave them dead |
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In my world death is so full that hope is not necessary and there for it is forgotten and replaced with fear... |
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My little blade |
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How can i survive when everyones against me... even myself. |
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My hearts a barless prison |
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For all the things you live to regret i'll be your number one... |
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Life is shit |
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Life isnt what its cut out to be but I can cut life out of me... |
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Let me lift this heavy veil I place upon my wrists and show to you all my worst enimies the reasons that I still exist |