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There, ok, I did it again, made another cut. Yeah, and that last slice is what cut a smile across your plain face. The bloods pouring out like laughter from your mouth. The taste of sugar on your tongue is the burn of salt on my skin. You satisfied yet, or should I do it again? Its just a little deeper now, but ever so lightly, I'll dig the knife in. Swirl it down. Shred the vein and scratch the bone. Its the only release I've found, so I can stay sane, even though its craziness I am shown. Do you see where its been sewn? Under its been torn out and thrown out. Thats where I got the loan of my own to give to you. Do you see how I've tried to mend it, but its still tearing at the seams? Go ahead and give that thread a pull. Watch me scream as you undo the stitch. I'll go through the terror once again. Trace the scar into a fresh wound. And leave, yet another, in new flesh.
Go ahead and add on if ya want to.
Go ahead and add on if ya want to.