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Little razorblades The little needle They penetrate the skin I feel a new pain Different and better Than the pain that's always Coming and going I want it to stop! Sometimes I think its better Never understanding a thing.. My life passes me by like the Speed of light, scared there will be No way to stop, just keep going and doing this Hurting myself...I can stand The pain I cause myself, just not pain Caused by others. Broke the needle off in my skin, poison's More intoxicating Now with the flame
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