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Cut too much
The pain still remains,
The tears still fall,
Rivers of the blood still stains,
My wall remains tall.
A razor blade craved into my wrist,
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story with a twist,
To many problems to explain.
There is nowhere to hide,
No reason to even try,
Inside I have already died,
As I disappear, I break down and cry
