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I cut it out slow, Just to feel the pain. I stab out my eyes, So they no longer may rain. I break down my wall, So there's nothing to hide. I plaster on a smile, They don't see what's inside. I make myself cheery, When the world grows sad. I make myself calm, Even though I'm so mad. I look to the sun, Yet hide in this night. I make myself brave, Though I'm filled with fright. I cut myself fast, Just to know that I feel. I **** myself slow, To know that it's real.
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
It's Real
I cut it out slow, Just to feel the pain. I stab out my eyes, So they no longer may rain. I break down my wall, So there's nothing to hide. I plaster on a smile, They don't see what's inside. I make myself cheery, When the world grows sad. I make myself calm, Even though I'm so mad. I look to the sun, Yet hide in this night. I make myself brave, Though I'm filled with fright. I cut myself fast, Just to know that I feel. I **** myself slow, To know that it's real.
And i now know it is....
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isabella-james
American
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
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