Before I punched the wall I was punching myself. I wanted to feel more pain. So I punched the wall over and over and over again. Now my knuckles are bruised I wanted to make them bleed.
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ŞiirThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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Before I punched the wall I was punching myself. I wanted to feel more pain. So I punched the wall over and over and over again. Now my knuckles are bruised I wanted to make them bleed.
