Yes I do
I've never cried so hard in my life,
I hate you so much, I said with strife.
"No you don't", I clench my jaw,
He's holding my arm, I swiftly withdraw.
I run upstairs, hardly breathing,
I can feel my anger seething.
I take out a blade, and roll up my sleeve,
And feel that feeling, I love to acheive.
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