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by Casey Dec 31, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I want to shake him I want to hit him I want to tell him I hate it I want to tell him how it hurts. I want liquor to taste better I want cuts to go deeper I want them to heal fast I want there to be no proof I want you to understand I want you to cry I want you to wipe that grin off your face I want you to change I want so much I will never get any of it Liquor burns, and skin is thick He won’t listen, and you just keep on smiling.