broken promise

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I broke my promises
I didn't mean to
I couldn't control it
I tried to talk myself of of it
But I couldn't
I'm tired of crying my self to sleep
Every night
I broke my promises
To the ones I love
To the one who care
I'm so sorry
My sides and wrist are all marked up
I just lot control I'm sorry
Old memories played
Memories that I loose my self to
I go and get the
Persisoin blade
First lice stings
Second tingles
Third time tingle a little less
By the tenth time all I feel is real if once again
I'm sorry I broke the promise
You hold so close to tour heart

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