control, by Shnu
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this nagging pain
still persists
but the urge to cut
i will resist
silver sharp blade
will not control me
i will not do it
i will make you see
but my self-control
is breaking down
as i lay here in
my dressing gown
look at the mirror
have to turn away
running from
the brand new day
how can i stop
from changing my mind
outlets for guilt
are so hard to find
this nagging pain
still persists
the urge to cut
i did not resist |
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:41 UTC |
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