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You didn't have to cut me In my room that night. My father's multi-tool knife to my neck "what a funny joke!" But it wasn't a joke at all, was it? That blade never broke my skin Yet you course through my veins I carved a place for you All on my own More proof that I didn't need you
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Dark Humor
You didn't have to cut me In my room that night. My father's multi-tool knife to my neck "what a funny joke!" But it wasn't a joke at all, was it? That blade never broke my skin Yet you course through my veins I carved a place for you All on my own More proof that I didn't need you
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
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