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He is pushing the knife i hold deeper,
it is just making the wound wider,
this isnt the real me i wish he could see her,
cant do this im no fighter,
blood that spews out is flowing,
this is my way of showing,
i cant deal with the me i have become,
i dont wanna be that someone,
thats it, i can no longer feel,
these scars will never heel!
i wanted to be vailed,
but ive always failed,
i no longer have to hide,
my life has been a hell ride,
as i hear myself sigh,
this is my goodbye!!


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This seems very sad, a little angry, but more sad. Makes me want to sigh at the end too.

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