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back to my old ways
I should have known it,
What did I expect,
Though all that I've wanted,
none of it do I get.
For once in my life,
my expectations were high,
but I left it up to you,
Blood runs like crimson sky.
You made me result to,
desperate means,
I think as I watch,
crimson soke my sleeve.
It feels like heaven,
I don't yell because it's a sin,
to feel pleasure from self pain.
But I cut myself again.
