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Aug 2013
You wish to feel something, yeah?
You just want to feel some real pain?
Something real?

Go to the kitchen and retrieve a ***.
Fill it with water all to the top.
Place it on the stove right there.
Watch it boil away your cares.
Now take that water at its peak.
Now drop it on your legs and feet.
Feel the blisters begin to form.
You'll wish that you could feel no more.
Even when it's all cleaned up.
It stays there burning like the ****.
Continue on about your day.
But the pain remains all the same.
So if you cut, I think you're a fool.
Because you're breaking all the rules.
Pain is not something to be controlled.
Pain is the hope that leads you home.

I work in kitchens, so pain is gain.
And to think you inflict it everyday...
You need to stop and get a job.
Cutting is only here to rob.
Beaux
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