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" Slice "
The slice is for the loneliness, I feel awake at night. the cut is for the pain I've felt, trying to feel alright. The scars are for the terror, I live with every day. the scratches are for the stress, or trying to make it go away. The bruise is for the anger, built up inside so long. The blood is for my tears, when everything goes wrong The wounds are my reminders, of hurt inside of me. From tring to do everything, to be what you want me to be. |