I’ve seen the blood before
This is not the first time
Here I go again
The blade is to my wrist
I’ma about to move it
Its hurts so bad
But not as bad as you hurt me
It’s going all over the walls now
Can’t you see it
Can’t you see what you’ve done to me?
Dawn Carter
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