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Walking...
Alone...
A shadow forms beside me, a boy
He’s tall, look at his arms they are covered in cuts and
there is bruises arou..
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Home...
What is home...?
Is home where you feel safe?
Or where your family is?
Well I believe home is a place where the people in it w..
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His skin so cold,
His eyes red with tears,
Sitting on his bed with a large kitchen knife,
He ponders his thoughts,
Should I or not,
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Lying here dripping,
Dripping too much,
Falling deeper into darkness,
Why me,
Oh why,
Red ink hit the floor,
Until he’s al..
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Hate
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You don’t know
me
But you care
The swiftness
of the blade
Is stopped by
you... All of you
No one cared
this much before
..
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Dreams you may think I have them.
Well I did, until that day that one day it all went wrong.
Where talking and she f*****g breaks me, have yo..
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