play me some sad song
which reminds me of the past
play me something sweet
which reminds me of the lost ones
lost loves lost friends
lost blood.
crimson stained tears
streaming from cutters' wrists
that's not me anymore.
not anymore.
i've escaped it.
but now i have no outlet.
just.....
emptiness.
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