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I know what I want the pain,
I want the feeling,
of feeling something,
I want the relief.

I know what I don't want,
I don't want a mess.
I don't want the blood,
I don't want to be broken.

I want to be fixed,
I want to be healed,
I want to love me,
I want to be able breath.

I don't want to cry,
But I'm confused,
As to why?
I want to die.

I don't want to be in pain,
I don't want to be ashamed.
I don't want to hurt,
And I don't know what to expect.

I don't know what I feel.
I know what I feel.
I don't know?
I know?


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