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People think I'm fucked up because I cut
But all I can say to that is do you know my past do you know anything about my family do you know anything about me
Hmm no oh yeah I thought so

My brain is pretty fucked up I say I'm done cutting I'm done with hurting myself
Yet my brain keeps yelling cut cut you know you want to cut come on it will make you feel better
And sometimes I take the bribe

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