This

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This blankness
It blankets me
This empty mind
It's cramped af
This glossy eyes
Are holding it all
These pale wrists
Crave the touch of a blade
This hollow smile
Is not so shallow
This very face
Wears two masks day and night
This tired heart
Wants a reprieve
This tired soul
Wants to drift away
This life
Is now a mistake

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