DEAR GOD,
Sometimes I stab my legs full of holes and wonder why I still can't feel anything.
Somtimes I look in the mirror and wonder why[why]why?
Sometimes I pretend I'm Barbie. Sometimes I can see my veins before the blood comes pouring out
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if you wrote that it's beautiful
if someone else wrote it....well then I'm out of the loop but it's still beautiful
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