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by MorbidCupcake Jul 26, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You have yet to count the scars on my veins but you warn me of death's fingertips, though I don't know anything If I wanted to turn to ash, I would already be gone and if you could read my thoughts you would know that everything feels wrong I am a stranger inside my skin But I exist upon one dream The words and verses still mean everything to me