theres this thing i do;
i know its not right.
i've done it once or twice;
screw it i did it almost every night.
this thing ive done isnt becuz of u
its me; i wish i could stop..but
this thing is like glue...
once i started i couldnt stop..
my life is so screwed up now
wuts the point for me to live?
here i go; i take the knife
this time i'll do it right
for this time ill do it deep
i wont be weak
here i go; but it doesnt hurt
it feels good;
why does it not hurt?
finally im done;then i hear a thump.
i hope its not my mom;
no its not,
its me.
 
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