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it's an irony how slashing your wrists numbs your pain; how the loud booming music is the only thing that makes your thoughts go silent; how you keep things to yourself, yet expect others to know your thoughts
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
the irony
it's an irony how slashing your wrists numbs your pain; how the loud booming music is the only thing that makes your thoughts go silent; how you keep things to yourself, yet expect others to know your thoughts
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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