After these ones heal There will be no more Never again After these ones heal I will put it back where it belongs Self injury proves nothing but Weakness I do not need a therapist Maybe a shoulder to cry on But all I really need is myself I need the desire to live And there are few things worth it A curse but in a blessing... There are a few things... Never again after these healBirth sign: Libra
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