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A better job

You said you would set me free
But you put me in chains
Cold hard steel against my skin
Mental boundaries made from words

You made me this way
Forcing me to believe I was trash
Broken and someone to toy with
You broke me down while smiling

I wanted to hurt myself so badly
I still do with knives and overdoses
And yet I hear your voice echoing in my head
Telling me I should do a better job at killing myself




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Publicerad 2016-12-20 21:45



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