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by x0 Thats Hottt Apr 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Mutilate Me It's like, your pouring salt, Into my open wound, Hurting the already dead. Why don't you just take that knife, And rip through my forsaken soul Tear me up, the way I make you feel. My mistakes became of me, And I'm only making more, Maybe your better off without me. Slit my wrists, Leave me here to bleed, Lying on the cold floor..
