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Depression
From the end of a dull blade,
Cut deep in the wrists,
Paying for my mistakes that I made,
Paying for a lost cause,
Why does anyone care?
Why does anyone love me?
I have just proven to myself,
All I can do is hurt the ones I love.
A mark put upon the soul,
A mark put upon the skin,
A mark burnt so deeply,
That it will never grow again.
