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i'll tattoo these emotions across my wrists because they're choking me all the way through my skin wrapping around my veins tainting my soul like a sick liquor and no one will understand this suffocation this slow sort of cancer spreading along my neurons the numb stage is over my smile now appears but it's warped and it's deranged just like the scars i create i've been crying for hours and there's no end in sight and my nerves are exposed innocent words cut to the bone i climb higher and higher i topple over the edge
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
A Slow Sort of Cancer
i'll tattoo these emotions across my wrists because they're choking me all the way through my skin wrapping around my veins tainting my soul like a sick liquor and no one will understand this suffocation this slow sort of cancer spreading along my neurons the numb stage is over my smile now appears but it's warped and it's deranged just like the scars i create i've been crying for hours and there's no end in sight and my nerves are exposed innocent words cut to the bone i climb higher and higher i topple over the edge
Mental disorders combining with personality disorders is a passionate, painful thing.
pyxell
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
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