Pale moon was shining on my skin,
stem of dark blood falling down from my limb,
I didn't want to do this but my life is wrong,
I hope to burn in hell for all the decisions that didn't make me enough strong.
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Heartless poets write the hearfullest poems.
- in your walls.
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It's a mess, sorry..
I don't care if it rhymes, I care about the emotions in it
!!TW: self harm...