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In an attempt to scratch the itch under my skin caused by a hundred breathing irritants I take a blade and when they ask Oh this? It's just a scratch In order to filter the thoughts in my head I crack it open with a can opener In trying to find the answer And filter this poisoned blood I poisoned my self with terminal self destruction In an attempt to filter the blood contaminated with wrongful thoughts I bleed from my irritated layers As if the air will give a transfusion to heal this ****** up life
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
that itch
In an attempt to scratch the itch under my skin caused by a hundred breathing irritants I take a blade and when they ask Oh this? It's just a scratch In order to filter the thoughts in my head I crack it open with a can opener In trying to find the answer And filter this poisoned blood I poisoned my self with terminal self destruction In an attempt to filter the blood contaminated with wrongful thoughts I bleed from my irritated layers As if the air will give a transfusion to heal this ****** up life
Jordybird2
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
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