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Old June 25th, 2007, 11:57 PM  
Join Date: May 25, 2007
Gender: Undisclosed
Lightbulb Counting Cuts---trig---

One cut, two cut, three cut, four.
Always hurting, wanting more.

Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight.
Feeling anger instead of hate.

Nine cut, ten cut, eleven cut, twelve.
Always putting myself through hell.

Cutting's addictive, and so are you.
Not seeing the pain you've put me through.

You've been giving my name a horrible rep.
You're the greatest secret I've ever kept.

Esteem? I've lost it.
Not knowing that this poison's caustic.

So as I begin to count again,
My life is hopeless in the end.
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