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Jan 2015
The pain
The torture
It all seems familiar

Hello Old Friend
You were right
Here I am
Back to sqaure one

Holding you
in my hand
And making you caress my wrist
The beautiful mess you make
makes me crave for more

But my family and friends
Must never know
Or else
I can't see you again

Oh I hear them coming
So i have got to go
Bye Mr razor
I don't selfharm but i just got this in my head...
rockstar
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