Bestow upon me the skills, the delicate art of staying alive, when most of the time, you feel like you're bleeding to death.
Sometimes I want to unleash the fury, the vengeance, most of all the hurt and end it all by stabbing you to allow you to maybe comprehend even a tenth of my pain.
Then I want to stab myself for being sucha fool for you.
When will this end?
I just want to be happy..
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