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again the tears hit this dry paper
and again the scars glow hot
again my knife is blooded
and again my heart is broke
again my soul is shattered
and again my skin is torn
again theses felling take over
and again my hand plays with the noose
again the line is drawn on my kneck for the knife
and again my pockets are weighted for the stream
again my mind is warped
and again my nails have snapped
again im in my hell
and again there is no light