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I used to do it slow Drag the knife like a violin bow Just to see my blood Spill out the way it should slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to feel spite Nipping at my heart day and night But then I found the knife And everything was alright slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to be so good Better than any child ever could And then the pAiN found me So dense, it is, I cannot see slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to write letters And hope they'd know me better When I finally left this world Ripped free like an oyster's pearl slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I'm a different person now. I'm no longer in pAiN I'm living in apathy In ever-constant rain Slices are merely cuts And blood is nothing big Pain is simply life And calm is nonexistent The method behind the madness Always shows in the end I cut my arms to see my blood, Feel the pain and realize I'm alive again.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
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I used to do it slow Drag the knife like a violin bow Just to see my blood Spill out the way it should slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to feel spite Nipping at my heart day and night But then I found the knife And everything was alright slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to be so good Better than any child ever could And then the pAiN found me So dense, it is, I cannot see slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I used to write letters And hope they'd know me better When I finally left this world Ripped free like an oyster's pearl slices in lowercase BLOOD pours in caps pAiN is togglecase CaLm is toggled opposite I'm a different person now. I'm no longer in pAiN I'm living in apathy In ever-constant rain Slices are merely cuts And blood is nothing big Pain is simply life And calm is nonexistent The method behind the madness Always shows in the end I cut my arms to see my blood, Feel the pain and realize I'm alive again.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
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