| There's a faded picture in my head But the memory still remains Looking back at the depression I fed By using a razor to trace my veins The picture is dull on my left arm And will show for the rest of my life Yet to my heart's alarm My mind intends to brighten it with a knife I'm the one who made the mistake Of letting myself fall into love To punish myself I just can't fake The sight of my own flowing blood One day though, I just might take My life, and pray I'm sent above... - Jacqueline Audrey |
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