i’d hope you might, take me back inside when the time is right
Sometimes i even cut myself, To see how much it bleeds, Its like an adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me.
You say you like to cut your wrists?
Well how fucked up are you.
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How do you feel?
That is the question
But i forget you don’t expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initalized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can’t expect a bit of folks
So when your outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what your staring at is me. 3
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