1.5 seconds

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My arm is screaming for help,
My scars are getting too well.
Been cutting deeper until I got locked
Up,with no scape of my Mental state

The disappointment I become for
doing It,is heavily pushing down
my shoulders, i really have no
recovery

Throbbing pain that stays in
my body, for hours or days, it's really fucked up for me to have

Why do you do it? Well it's 1.5
Seconds of peace,the sad thing is that it always leaves.that feeling of agony is gone, Just for 1.5 seconds that's all. But it's worthy,well for my it is

After all what else have I got.
I'm affering to life by a little rope,that
Is about to break drowning me in a huge lake.

Full with emotional damage.it's all my fault
Cause those emotions are all mine after all.

Just give me my 1.5 seconds of peace but make it stay don't let it leave

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