"... the voices."
Voices in my head,
whispering and yelling.
Telling me to cut,
let the blood flow freely.
Telling me how I should die,
that I don't deserve life.
And everyday,
I believe it to be true.
whispering and yelling.
Telling me to cut,
let the blood flow freely.
Telling me how I should die,
that I don't deserve life.
And everyday,
I believe it to be true.
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