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-I blame myself,

for every fight they have,

our moneys gone low,

and im the one to blame,

maybe it's just in my head,

but it seems like this world hates me,

I don't like the feelings of guilt,

it riddles my mind,

so i let it flow out,

with the blood in the night,

my wrist is a story,

a story i can't denie,

for it's been going on for so long,

all my stupid life-

~xRiverx~

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