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My emotions are like cuts
There always there
No matter how much makeup
That I put over it

You call it death
I call it freedom
From this living hell
I always choose the wrong path

I shouldn't listen to my heart
but I do anyways
It leads to pain
That sticks around like a cut

I cover everything with makeup
Or with a smile
And even a sweater
But it's always there

The cuts go deeper
Deeper than you can imagine
Sometimes I hope
That I hit the wrong vain

The blood flows down
Like a waterfall
I drop to the floor
As fast as a bullet

I gasp for air
Grab my note
and put it next to me
My bodies there

My spirits trapped
In this body
Release me please
I want to be free

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