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I remember


I remember when I was quite small When the world around me wasn't cruel But I'd still pinch my skin sometimes Just to make the the pain turn fine(s) I remember when my eyes reddened And my voice had to be steadened And my tears drowned my pillow Binding my sorrow like a great willow I remember when my tears turned red And I started going days under fed And my sink was filled with my tears That stained my sink crimson over years I remember when I enjoyed my days When I awaited positively for my fate Before I broke and cut for my life Before my best friend was no more than a knife I remember that its always been bad But I don't think I've ever been this sad I remember when it was Just the start Now the end is drawing on my behalf
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