Four walls painted with blo0d. Trapped inside.
It drips with my pains. Leaks my pride.
Cut past the skin. Reveals all of me.
Heal the past. And all i'll ever be.
Try to resist. Shed all my tears.
Hide scars of hatred. And all my fears.
I don't need help. I don't need you.
I need my blade. And all that's true.
Hm, i just felt like writing a
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