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How deep does your happiness go Through the skin you must burrow With sharpest razors to make you bleed Searching for the pleasure you so need Satisfaction runs through your veins Yet it's release leaves you drained Your red water streams present euphoria While the scars leave you in paranoia Your arms speak volumes of desolation Written with thirsty razor serrations Whether frequent or far between You seek bliss in its iron sheen What a shame your happiest dreams You believe lie at the end of the stream
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
How Deep
How deep does your happiness go Through the skin you must burrow With sharpest razors to make you bleed Searching for the pleasure you so need Satisfaction runs through your veins Yet it's release leaves you drained Your red water streams present euphoria While the scars leave you in paranoia Your arms speak volumes of desolation Written with thirsty razor serrations Whether frequent or far between You seek bliss in its iron sheen What a shame your happiest dreams You believe lie at the end of the stream
Growing up I've meant various people who cut. Seeing their scars always made me feel incredibly sad knowing they've been driven to such a point to use cutting as an outlet for their emotions.
#deep#cuts#bleed
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21/M/United States
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
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