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Her eyes filled with the agony of waking, filled with the stories she had to tell. Every morning the same thing, the same everyday hell. |
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...People always say, Everything will be okay, but what proof do they have of that?... |
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If you cared about how close to the edge i am... WHY ARE YOU PUSHING ME? |
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It is easy to hide the scars on my arms and legs. It is the scars on the inside that are becoming hard. |
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"I'd like to stay a secret like walking in the dark. If no one knows you, no one cares, and no one breaks your heart." |
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....All you ever did was slowly tear my insides out and now, because of you, all that's left is an empty shell bearing no worth and nothing to give.... |
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Have you ever had that feeling? that itch just below the skin that only a razor blade can scratch? |
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I think that I'm allergic to my own reflection... |
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The second greatest tragedy of a suicide is those whom won't acknowledge it. |
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It would be better if I let myself warped by the apathy of my own asylum. |