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as the blood drips down i sit and wonder what led to all this.
being able to take a blade to my skin and not feel a thing just amazed by the sight of ones blood pouring out of deep wounds. I sit and wonder will this ever change? Will i ever go back to the way i was before. Not a care in the world just me ya know. No more death, no more cuts, no more knives just peace. whether u all want to here this or not means no difference to me. and i sit and i wonder what am i here for, because honestly so far all that i have brought to others has been misfortune and hate. what good does that make me. what value do i have.
being able to take a blade to my skin and not feel a thing just amazed by the sight of ones blood pouring out of deep wounds. I sit and wonder will this ever change? Will i ever go back to the way i was before. Not a care in the world just me ya know. No more death, no more cuts, no more knives just peace. whether u all want to here this or not means no difference to me. and i sit and i wonder what am i here for, because honestly so far all that i have brought to others has been misfortune and hate. what good does that make me. what value do i have.