You make fun of me.
Im sorry i can't be what you want me to be.
A cutter at heart,
Its always been there for me,
When everything began to fall apart.
If everything you touched broke.
You would feel the same.
If everything you touched shaderd,
It would leave your heart in pieces,
If everything crumbled at your touch.
You would be locked behind that door to.
But lucky for you.
Everything you touch turns to gold.
I guess you were never told.
This little thing i do.
This little cutting thing.
Its my therepy.
So go ahead and try and stop me.
I promise it wont work,
If everything you touched broke.
You would feel the same,
If everything you touched broke,
you wouldnt treat this like a silly game.
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