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Look at these damned cuts
These damned scars
These perminate marks
These are left because of your hurtful words
You hated how I was
You fated me to bleed
To cry and fucking scream
You cut me down to the seems
You blugening bastard
You whores fuck
Why should you be happy
While I sit here and bleed
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