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13th of July, year 2007.
It's so dark i can't see my sh**ty cursive.
But as i await my love.
I've gotten sick of this pain.
This trobbing deep inside my arm.
Below my hand, in my vein.
Been hurting like a b**ch for months now.
I understand why.
I understand the only possible reason.
The pain is a memory.
From the times...
The countless f**king times I would drag a silver blade.
Down my wrist.
Hell, I even did it in designs.
Anything.
Anything to kill the mental pain with physical.
Gommenasai, Mama,
I know i've made you cry.