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Cuts, cuts everywhere All over my hands, my wrists, my arms. Bleeding, bleeding. Thick dark drops of blood. Blurring my vision, clouding my mind. Oozing, oozing. The cuts dig deeper Into my soul, my shattered soul, Bleeding, oozing. Just one more cut to end it all A deep cut, digging into my throat, to end it all And my throat shall bleed with my last drops of blood. No more cuts No more cuts No more oozing and bleeding No more dark red smudges in my mind Just black and black and black.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
Cuts
Cuts, cuts everywhere All over my hands, my wrists, my arms. Bleeding, bleeding. Thick dark drops of blood. Blurring my vision, clouding my mind. Oozing, oozing. The cuts dig deeper Into my soul, my shattered soul, Bleeding, oozing. Just one more cut to end it all A deep cut, digging into my throat, to end it all And my throat shall bleed with my last drops of blood. No more cuts No more cuts No more oozing and bleeding No more dark red smudges in my mind Just black and black and black.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
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