Razor blades, or broken glass,
anything sharp I find,
I cut and cry but do it again.
They don't know why,
they won't get why,
they wouldn't understand.
I'll do as please,
the choice is mine,
They all try and stop me,
but I lock the doors.
They tell me it's wrong,
but it's not they're place to say.
What did you think
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Are you o.k T-dog?
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I am absolutely fine, thanks for asking
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i really like this.... and i know the feelings of what you were saying great write i gusse becasue i can realte to it so much
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