Learning to love dispair Biography

Take the razor
make the cut
I'm not scared
My eyes are shut
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Take one last look at my face, mommy.
I hold the gun, and what do you have?
Your cries of protest have no meaning to me.
You left me to die.
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She sits in class
stares ahead
Like broken glass
her eyes are dead.
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Emo is my label
don't call me by my name.
Spare me your pity
my demons are not tame.
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Promise me you'll throw a blanket of stars into the sky.
Promise me you'll stroke my hair and hold me when I cry.

Promise me you'll take my hand and help me fight my fears.
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