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scars of life

You cut and cut your wrist some more
Saying to yourself “nobody cares!”
Cutting and crying, crying and cutting
Thinking to god “My life isn’t fair!”

I lay on me
These scars of life
With a sharp
Blooded knife

Sitting there in empty nothingness
My life is such a drag
Ever since the day
I became an emo fag

I cut my wrist to deep
As i slowely die
In the hospital
I heard my friends say i was a big lie!

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