closed eyes, dead soul
for now I give up on my pain
the red melancholy
an epedemic running through my veins
the redemtion is in my hand
life has digressed this time
this moment always replays
as I slit slowly each and every day
killing myself softly
and yet somewhat alive inside
renewing my depression each slit,
each time
I slit to feel becuase I need
to feel the life of pain
contributing awareness
that Im not yet dead

 
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