self mutialtion
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DeadStrickenFrozen StillCaught in the hustle of lifeSwept along like a dust bunnyNot knowing who's to trust
You want the truth?
I will confess until every sleeve is stained
Every bandage crimson.
And you shall never hear my silent screams
My actions that speak louder than anything I could ever tell you
Silently screaming for what comes
After the red rush
Everything will be fine
Except for maybe when black scars
Meet my friends, my blades, my blades, my
Sanity lies in them.
Unless there is no –
