the scars on my wrist tingle with temptation.
the call of the blade singing my name.
the pain deep inside overwhelming my mind.
the past longing to replay over again.
the thoughts inside my mind only consist of suicide.
the doubt withdraws I've given into temptation.
the river of crimson tears flow down my wrists.
the cuts on my wrist tingle with regret of the past.
 
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