You don't know:
• What I've been through
• The childhood I've had
• How much I hate myself
• What i do to myself when I'm alone
• How much I just want to give up
• How much my heart hurts
• How much I cry
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I can fake a smile
Any day, anytime
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I hate when you can't stop cutting
It's my only escape.
Remember when knives were meant for food?
Seriously? Fuck it...I'm done.
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And someday,
I hope that my sadness
Will be replaced,
By something
Beatiful...
