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Oct 2014
How could something such as a dark red line
Help you so much yet be so unhealthy
Trick you to think that everything will be fine
In their eyes all you want is sympathy

Sympathy is not your goal neither is hurt
But when no one cares then what else is there
As soon as you start you become very alert
And start to get the urge out of thin air

Now you can't stop 'cause it's an addiction
Your finger tips crave the taste of metal
Arm craving intentional infliction
Everything around you is unsettle

You're not going to do it even though you could
'Cause it's been five months and you're doing good

-cd
Written by
Cass
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