I thought I was doing a really good job too I fell apart and erased seven months With one slash of the razor blade With one drop of blood it was gone And what did I prove? Nothing...nothing except Now everybody knows I have little inner strenght And I proved people wrong That hurts What hurts more? I have found a new messed up way to hurt myself...Birth sign: Libra
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