Your mind is off in distant worlds, your face a vacant lot. You think of cutting your wrists but are chocked by your throats knot. Its almost like the pain is faked, you need the extra attention. The thoughts of acts and words you have never will be mentioned.
Reason for writing:
I couldn't sleep and these are the words that were in my head at the time, so i thought that i might write them down
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