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I'm trying to convince myself not to hurt myself. I'm sorry if I do. I just want you all to know that. I'm sorry.
xoxo
This mind of mine seems to think,
That shining metal is a fix,
A cure for this pain,
A bandage for the insane.
A bandage.
That’s all it is.
A bandage.
It doesn’t fix it.
A bandage.
It covers it.
A bandage.
A bandage.
A bandage.
Bandage over my fake smile.
Cover over my lies.
I want my thoughts erased right now.
I don’t care how.
I do.
I don’t.
I will.
I won’t.
I WON’T.
xoxo
This mind of mine seems to think,
That shining metal is a fix,
A cure for this pain,
A bandage for the insane.
A bandage.
That’s all it is.
A bandage.
It doesn’t fix it.
A bandage.
It covers it.
A bandage.
A bandage.
A bandage.
Bandage over my fake smile.
Cover over my lies.
I want my thoughts erased right now.
I don’t care how.
I do.
I don’t.
I will.
I won’t.
I WON’T.
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