How should I know?

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The wounds are fresh,

The blood still stains the floor

Stained into my flesh,

A pain you can't ignore.

I curl into a ball,

Sobbing silently

Stop making me feel small,

Acting so violently.

What can make you stronger,

when you're colapsed

Makes you live longer,

when you've relapsed.

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