A couple of years ago I was so afraid of pain
I would go to great lengths to avoid it
But now the blade is willingly in my hand
And the regular blood pouring out excites me
Right now I'm so afraid of death
I would go to great lengths to avoid it
But now that I think about it
Where will that put me in a couple of years?
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
