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This feeling deep inside of me
The one I keep locked away
Is slowly taking control of me

I take this blade across my skin
Slowly cutting out each second of pain I have ever felt
Each thought of pain I held

Soaked with blood
And full of tears
My blade is what makes me perfect

When your breath is too week
To blow out the candle
And the dripping of your blood does it instead

And you see the blood upon the floor
You know you are almost free
You know you are almost dead