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[lovespiky]

i look fine on the outside
nobody knows
that on the inside i'm dying
the wounds are all closed
pale white lines cut through freckles
blending in fading
you would have to look close to even see
but inside oozing bleeding running crimson and hot
all on the inside now
how much longer can i live like this?
i yearn for a knife for a drink for a sniff
for something for expression
to even be able to speak
all that is behind me now
how much longer can i live like this?

i am so lonely.