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Feb 2011
Builds up inside me,
i cant hide it
i really need it.

One wont hurt.
one turns in to two,
two turns in to more,

Im on the floor.
Need your help.
im turning in to a wreck

Someone get me a knife
to end this life.
call me what you want.
my blood will be on your hands

forever of eternity,
could you live with that?
i know you could

your sick inside
twisted games you play
all the things you say.


build up inside me
you make me sick
but i know you don't mean it.
my blood on your hands or ever and eternity.
Written by
Lauren Ellis
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