"Damage"

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I grab the knife

I raise my arm

Here I go with my self harm

My 13th's my charm

The blood it flows

Down it goes

The knife , it cuts over and over

Untill I finally feel sober

The canvas is covered

 The paint has run dry

The deed has been done

I'm dead you've won

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