13 December 2007
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Look at me.
You can tell,
By the way I move and do my hair,
Do you think that it's me?
Or it's not me?
I don't even care.
I'm alive, i don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
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