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The end :p pt2


My scars converse insecurities and agony,,

Stories that only my room could decipher

Decipher the harrowing resent i felt for my body,

My mind and my life, a terrible place

everytime the blade struck my bleeding wrist

I felt a little bit of my soul chip away,

Chip,chip,chip

Until i felt the all to real nothingness 

And that was the scariest of all

 
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