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Not true but I wish....
The inside of my arms are
marked with scars for years past.
The fresh breathing intake of pain.
Is hard on my lungs today.
I watch as the razor softly touches my skin.
Drags itself over and over again.
I am tempting my desire, the flame inside me.
I put my head on a pillow and close my eyes.
I feel the blade press into my skin.
I have no control, no resistance.
The river of my existance flows non-stop.
As I lay there, with no emotion to show.
My life slows to a complete stop.
I take my last breath and fall into my dreams.
I only wish this was true.
Then maybe I wouldn't be in so much pain anymore.
~*~Kesha~*~
