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My beautiful scars, bleed the words that I carve
Self mutilation is my belief, scabs off the wounds of release
My beautiful bliss, crystal clear black abyss
Depression I find entwined inside,
injected right into my spine
Sinking inside - Dragging Me Down -
Mental flesh tears - My twisted spiral of despair
My beautiful war, sacrifice I adore, A mass ricochet
Bullets that stray, sad how the innocent pay
The mirror I face, isolations embrace,
reflecting my souls sad epithet
Smiling though my eyes are dead
My requiem piece, vicious circles decrease,
waving as I drown everyone stares
My well trodden spiral of despair
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