Blood spilling
Each time the blade touches my skin
When i slide it across my chest
When the red stains my skin
I use to feel the pain
Now its just a reminder
I'm stuck here for a long time
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I have 2 dogs a little brother no future and no past, no one to trust and nothing but lies in my path my name isn't important and i live with only the voices in my head
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