Like the knife That cuts me every time But some how It still soothes my mind Find my sanity Inside locked doors But who needs a mind Not here not anymore Death is lurking Behind every turn I passed all his tests But nothing I have learned Reality there is hope Or so it seems But I still wear the chains Inside my dreams Step aside My suicide called my life That cuts me Just like the knife
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Cancer
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