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For every cut that is done, A part of me is relieved, A part of me is discussed For every cut that is done, My humanity is lessen, My humanity is broken For every cut that is done, my pain is lessen and yet still it grows To die or to live? I don't know which is worse Live and face the pain of mistakes, or be memory of the past They only care when it's too late, in the future I know I won't last To die is my answer, but for now I shall let it pass
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Cuts and Deaths
For every cut that is done, A part of me is relieved, A part of me is discussed For every cut that is done, My humanity is lessen, My humanity is broken For every cut that is done, my pain is lessen and yet still it grows To die or to live? I don't know which is worse Live and face the pain of mistakes, or be memory of the past They only care when it's too late, in the future I know I won't last To die is my answer, but for now I shall let it pass
JohnnyHearts
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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