I hide them everday
For I can not say.
The scars on my arms keep multiplying
For reason that I keep denying.
I wish people could began to understand
But if they knew would they like why I keep the blade in my hand.
Sometimes I wish that I could just stop
But then if I did I might just pop!
For I can not say.
The scars on my arms keep multiplying
For reason that I keep denying.
I wish people could began to understand
But if they knew would they like why I keep the blade in my hand.
Sometimes I wish that I could just stop
But then if I did I might just pop!
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