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Jun 25
Want to see a fire?
  I set it myself
  Oh it’s just me?  
Watch me burn it all so everyone can see  
Oh I’m not loud enough?  
Feel this heat  
Want to see me hate you and me?  
Not a problem—I’ll cut this skin so you can see  
It feels good regardless if I solved them  
I like to see the blood pour till I can sleep  
I’ll take the pills
  I’ll make the problems  
A blissful pain to keep
Written by
Kit
62
   Kalliope
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