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There is alot of pain in my heart as I sit just sit here in the dark I try to pour my heart out but all I can think of is the need to cut, because if I cut I will bleed and the pain will be free It will flow out of me like a steady stream Even though self harm is frowned upon it helps more than any pill or bottle it's the ultimate cure but I'll sit here in this room, I won't move an inch Until the urge passes me I'll wait here, I won't even blink I'll close my eyes and slip into the shadows Listening to the time softly tic
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
A stream of blood
There is alot of pain in my heart as I sit just sit here in the dark I try to pour my heart out but all I can think of is the need to cut, because if I cut I will bleed and the pain will be free It will flow out of me like a steady stream Even though self harm is frowned upon it helps more than any pill or bottle it's the ultimate cure but I'll sit here in this room, I won't move an inch Until the urge passes me I'll wait here, I won't even blink I'll close my eyes and slip into the shadows Listening to the time softly tic
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
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