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you come to me a silence
soft caressing
speaking on the wind
love you say
over
and over
again
love
you say
Back to this kind of pain.
Creeping through the holes of my window
and the dark corners in my room.

Do I need the salvation of my blade?
Do I want it?
I made a promise.

Promises,promises...
Promises I could never keep
Will I break it this time?
I do not know why
I keep going
I should just jump off a bridge..
It would probably hurt less
I would rather
A breakdown
Than sitting here
Feeling so
Empty
And wanting to slit my wrists
I am not
The better of two evils
If you ever see me that way
Then I will be the worst evil
Just for you
It really got to me
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