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useless
Dye he roses black
so the dew in the morning is a bloody red
slice the thorns off and stick them deep inside my skin
lay me in a coffin, bury me alive
Shoot me in the eye with poison
That no antidote can cure
Chop off my hand and smack me with it
strangle me with my own accesories
Push me to the ground and spit on me
Bruise me. Break my ribs
Slam my face in the mirror
That symbolizes how ugly i am
WOULD YOU do that
Or should i do that to myself?
