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I'm getting better so I say,
my life's a battle everyday,
I forgot what it felt like to bleed,
It's something that I need.

Maybe if I wasn't so ugly,
My stomach wouldn't be all bloody.
Even if I was pretty,
I'd still have my insecurities.

Cutting is like a high,
But when your done you cry.
You don't cry cause it hurts,
You cry cause your sad you stopped.

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