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Maybe the pain on the outside is easier to deal with, Because we know how to fix it. Cold water for a burn and an ice pack for a bruise, A bandage for a cut and kisses for little boo-boos, Cough medicine for a cold and casts for broken bones. Insides are harder though- What's the cure for feeling alone? Maybe I hurt my outsides because I know I can fix those. But when it comes to all the awful things I feel inside, I've no clue. And I can tell neither do you. You think I'm mad because I make slits in my skin. Well at least I know how to heal them.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Inside & Outside
Maybe the pain on the outside is easier to deal with, Because we know how to fix it. Cold water for a burn and an ice pack for a bruise, A bandage for a cut and kisses for little boo-boos, Cough medicine for a cold and casts for broken bones. Insides are harder though- What's the cure for feeling alone? Maybe I hurt my outsides because I know I can fix those. But when it comes to all the awful things I feel inside, I've no clue. And I can tell neither do you. You think I'm mad because I make slits in my skin. Well at least I know how to heal them.
madison-freestone
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
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