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[title] => The Habit Has Won
[time] => 2004-04-20 09:58:07
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[bodytext] => I guess I was wrong and it happened again I reached for my razor, my one remaining friend I thought it was over, I thought it was done But feelings are too strong and again the habit has won Twenty three lines in the inside of my left arm The cuts are like before, no need to be alarmed The red shows up and is again flowing free I guess I was wrong, this really is me The hurt and sorrow has again returned Maybe it's a lesson I still have yet to learn I become numb as I start to leave it all The end returns and off the cave I fall I've killed my feelings yet another time As it becomes clear that love will never be mine I can consume all the lust in the world Becoming to them just another f*c*ed up girl My mind's too deep and your's too shallow But your feelings are deep as mine remain hollow Blood stained arms, razors, and towels This is my way, I don't care if you're not proud My shirts, my bed, my watch, my arms Are all stained with red, just like the heart that's been harmed I feel the stinging as the blood rises But it's nothing new, maybe to you a suprise And again rock bottom is where I hit Why now after two months of not doing it Two months was too long and I was bound to break I guess not cutting was my biggest mistake. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CuttersAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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