Sin
So tired of bending you just give way and break.
So done with living your own life you try and take...
To think you're strong but how short you fall...
You're weak as you listen to your flashing blade's call...
You grab it and cut away at your skin...
Just cut... Don't think...
Watch your life drip red down the sink...
Keep going.
Cut away at your skin...
And a life is ended in her final sin...
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