Cutter

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I cut, so what,

your the one who caused it.

I try to be strong,

but you break me down.

I tried for so long,

yet you always caused pain.

Turning thr world i knew,

into something i cant face.

You broke me down,

and tore me apart.

Are you happy,

with what you have caused?

Slowly killing me,

taking my life.

Enjoy what you have done,

for it wont be long, before im gone!

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