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Sharp razors
Knives
Lighters
It's so easy

All I have to do is cut
Wipe off the blood
And wipe away the tears
Endorfine will soft the pain

Don't cry little girl
Why are you doing this to yourself?
You used to be so happy
So beautiful

Look at your arm
You ugly whore
You good for nothing
You fake little piece of shit

Because that's what you want to be
A nothing
A nobody
Those scars prove it

Because you are beautiful
You are kind
You are happy
You are that little girl on those pictures

Razors, knives, lighters
What's the point?
Hiding my skin, hiding my razors
People only want to see that happy little girl...

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