All these scars on my skin,
The white lines on my arm,
Building beautiful flowers,
Doing no harm.
Listen to me,
It didn't hurt,
There was no pain,
Only my blood.
Now there's beauty on me,
Everyone could see,
But they all look away.
So I continue to draw,
On my skin with the knife.
You ask why I do so?
To feel alive.
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[Dark] Life
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