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by bleedingximperfection Aug 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
One more cut wonât do any harm The razor-blade shines as it slowly goes down in my arm One two now three and four Now Iâm lying on the floor Blood dripping on the floor My parents knocking on the door Hurry hurry deeper deeper Your doing good youâve hit the floor Screams come out Tears roll down Blacking out and waking up Itâs all I have to look forward to
