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I can only keep quiet for so long before I explode. |
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I should be used to the pain by now. |
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Beauty is in the blood I bleed |
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I don't know who I am anymore. |
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Ew. Life. |
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The Deeper My Cuts Go, The Wounds In My Heart Fall Deeper As Well. The Deeper My Cuts Go, Yet They Don't Scar. The Deeper My Heart Falls, The Razor With It Too, The Sadder My Mind Feels, All Because Of You. |
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Why do you bother asking what's wrong when you already know that something's terrible? What are you expecting to hear? |
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Behind every scar is a story. |
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The breaking down process has begun. |
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It's not living if you don't eventually die. |