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New High

I slit my wrist and bleed
Onto the page
Just to have it judged by someone else,

Each syllable holds my pain,
A quiet scream for me,

Some days it’s a pretty picture,
Some days darkness in every corner,
I smile, I cry, but you wouldn’t understand,

Am I wrong?
Can you feel this confusion?
Do you know what I’m doing?

How can you tell me I am wrong?
Acting as if you read me before,

Every new title came from a new era,
One where I felt a different feeling,

So I bleed on this, maybe you can taste it, feel me inside of you too,

I promise it’s a rush
And just like a drug,
You’ll be addicted to me too

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