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Aug 2016
One night just as the sun goes down
I look down at the shiney slim blade
I look down at my empty pale wrist
And I promise only one quick little cut
I cut the blade into my soft skin once
But the voices said one more thats it
I did it again they said it again one more
That one night ruined my life all because the two words
One more
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Howlingmoon
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