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The taste of my blood

Is like the amertume

And I pray the God

To fade me like a perfume

There was a time

I did the wrong choice

Now it's a crime

To cannot rejoice

I killed my self by hating me

Hatred hurts inside

But my skin is what people see

After I cut, burnt and cried

I know you hate what I became

But after I said “help”

Thanks to came

If only you knew how I feel whelp



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