Do It

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Here I sit, here I wait
Soon they'll clear away
Then I can escape.

My skin is crying out
I want it to stop
Nothing can distract me
I'm alone
They will never know
I won't let them see
Please help me.

The pins are in my hand
I want to do it so badly
Nothing is stopping me
But that feeling
It's telling me no
Think of what they'll say
I can't keep ignoring the pain
Maybe I'll end up dead
Who can really say
I just want these urges to end.

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