instead, im wiping the blood off my scissors.
disappointed with how weak i am.
and everything makes me sob.
im a fucking shell of a human.
everyday i recognize myself less and less.
what a waste.
this songs still stuck in my head.
not making it any better.
i needed this.
i needed something happy.
fucking idiot.
needing is my first mistake.
needing will kill me.
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