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She talks to me Her voice is saccharine poison *"Picture it Those last seconds Those beautiful seconds When you will finally know with all of your being there will be no more pain You will not be plagued by memories They eat you like cancer You're soul is riddled with it The scars on your skin my have healed Such trespassing leaves more permanent brands on the inside Wounds that don't quite heal Imagine knowing you'll never feel it again Imagine how free of it you can be"* I want it I want it I want it I sit wrapping myself into a knot No moving until her song is done Dancing in my head Unwelcome and uninvited Inviting my hands to take action Follow her sweet instruction Scilence I made it through this spinning round Until the next serenade
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
Dance With Suicide
She talks to me Her voice is saccharine poison *"Picture it Those last seconds Those beautiful seconds When you will finally know with all of your being there will be no more pain You will not be plagued by memories They eat you like cancer You're soul is riddled with it The scars on your skin my have healed Such trespassing leaves more permanent brands on the inside Wounds that don't quite heal Imagine knowing you'll never feel it again Imagine how free of it you can be"* I want it I want it I want it I sit wrapping myself into a knot No moving until her song is done Dancing in my head Unwelcome and uninvited Inviting my hands to take action Follow her sweet instruction Scilence I made it through this spinning round Until the next serenade
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kathleen-m-1
24/F/Canadian
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
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