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Untitledthe sky is up high and the floor is down low and the walls are to each side of youbut the one you relly love is god blass you america
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May 17, 2013
crimson blood and poison tearsrain rain go away , because of you the pain will stay .slit my throut ,cut out my heart leave me her , tear me apart . poison tears stream down my face , my heart beats at a pace as i try tostand again ; alone and standing in the rain . i dont need you anymore . . . is ehat i think while tears pour . i hate you like i hate my life ; but love is what cuts like a knife . love is death and death is you ; its pain stains like a tattoo . those memories com back again and bind me in the rope of pain crimson blood storms fown myhand like a long , silk ribbon tied by a thread , to a platinam bullet , a hole in my skall
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May 17, 2013
acts for a lifefrom the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
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May 16, 2013
acts for a lifefrom the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
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May 16, 2013
Untitledfrom the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
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May 16, 2013
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