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One Two Three Blood exudes from the veins I've cut I wonder how it got this way From the pain of my heart being replaced by numbness And the pain in my arm replaces any pain I had before This spiral downwards that was caused by self deprication Now it's turned into serious depression Can anyone explain to me how it came to this? And now I can't stop Four Five Six I've run out of room and I can't run from these problems anymore I need to be loved by someone Anyone And maybe I could feel again Feel something other than pain in my heart Feel happiness and love Then I might stop.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
Self Harm
One Two Three Blood exudes from the veins I've cut I wonder how it got this way From the pain of my heart being replaced by numbness And the pain in my arm replaces any pain I had before This spiral downwards that was caused by self deprication Now it's turned into serious depression Can anyone explain to me how it came to this? And now I can't stop Four Five Six I've run out of room and I can't run from these problems anymore I need to be loved by someone Anyone And maybe I could feel again Feel something other than pain in my heart Feel happiness and love Then I might stop.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
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