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Carving... my skin |
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Reveals... the face... of... tragedy |
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Better... to feel |
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The pain... fully |
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Than to drift |
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In the emptiness |
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Between nothing |
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And sadness |
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Cut up |
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Depressed |
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Alone |
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Wounds as deep (as any) burial |
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(And) sorrow deeper than any wound |
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I gave (myself) |
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Thicker than any scar |
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I left |
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For me |
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There is no hope |
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Left alone in here |
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For there is no escape |
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A life painted with blood (and loss) |
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The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge |
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And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal |
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All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel |
