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I sit alone with my knife, the knife i love more than my life... It cut so deep, It hurt so bad, the blood falls down, my pain struken arm, I hate the pain You put me through the cuts are more bareable, than faceing you, The pain you cause me, the hurt i know, the love i've lost the hate i feel, the trust thats gone i could end now, so easy it would b to slash my wrist one final time, release my pain release my hurt So easy it would b, So y do i wait? Why do I sit alone with my knife, the knife i love more than my life...