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Kris
Copyright, Kris
cutting slowly
ripping skin
just relased
the hate within
so easy now
no pain i feel
i wonder if
the bloods for real
u make me smile
u make me cry
u help me live
i want to die
i breathe u in
i spit u out
i want to scream
cant help but shout
its only u
who makes me cry
both happy and sad
and i dont know why
i cut myself
to feel the pain
dont tell me
that im insane
it helps me deal
it lets me go
a freedom that
ull never know
i cant explain
what i feel
all i know
is that its real.