It all makes me
Because of the pain Because of depression It all makes me All of the scars All of the blood All of the lines of red It all makes me Just the ripping flesh Just the body pain It's nothing compared to the hurt in me Because of the yelling Because of the screaming Because of the guilt It all makes me I'm tired of all of it Please just end it
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