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This pain is a pill that’s hard to swallow yet its become my daily perception The pain I my medicine My addiction my adrenaline. And as I slid across the blade Blood splatters dancing across the bathroom floor Drip Drip Drip They sing my song of pain Self loathing Self hate. i know it wrong but it feels so right the only time i get to feel the only time i get to heal or so it seemed I don’t know  i have this need to make me bleed. but i like that pain it makes me feel like all is forgiven it has that kind of driven it used to be a cry for help but now it’s just a way to feel
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
self harm
This pain is a pill that’s hard to swallow yet its become my daily perception The pain I my medicine My addiction my adrenaline. And as I slid across the blade Blood splatters dancing across the bathroom floor Drip Drip Drip They sing my song of pain Self loathing Self hate. i know it wrong but it feels so right the only time i get to feel the only time i get to heal or so it seemed I don’t know  i have this need to make me bleed. but i like that pain it makes me feel like all is forgiven it has that kind of driven it used to be a cry for help but now it’s just a way to feel
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
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