jueves, 4 de enero de 2018

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I see a knife and I want to stab my leg.
Why can't I just cry like before?
I see a knife and I want to cut my flesh.
I can't cry, my eyes are dry.

My jaw is tight so I have to bite.
Pressure is building, I just want an end.

Why do I feel empty?
Is this all I can feel?

Have to go now. Back to pretending I want to live.

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