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Therapy
Words slice me on the way out,
Over and over
Breaking me into more pieces.
Internal bleeding.
Bruises cover my body
And you want to go in and fix it.
Oh well,
Might as well
Bleed some more
Maybe I will die of blood loss.
Words slice me on the way out,
Over and over
Breaking me into more pieces.
Internal bleeding.
Bruises cover my body
And you want to go in and fix it.
Oh well,
Might as well
Bleed some more
Maybe I will die of blood loss.
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