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She cuts

And she cuts

And she cuts

And she cuts

And she cuts

And she knows

It's gonna be hell

Going home.

It's gonna be hell

Wearing sleeves.

It's gonna be hell

Trying to sleep.

Yet she cuts

And she cuts

And she cuts

And she cuts 

And she cuts

Until her arms are covered

And she's moving on

Onto her stomach

And she knows 

This isn't helping

She's still hurting

She needs something 

Stronger

She needs something

Better

She needs fire.

Yeah, there you go, darling.

Fire will help.

I'm sure it will.

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