Sorry it's so long, I did try to shorten it and put it over 2, custom made, side by side columns, but it's 1am and I'm not really getting very far with that
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♥~ My Journey ~
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There is a boy
he treats me like s***
he bruises and breaks me,
he gets away with it.
He cuts his name in my arm
and for the first ever time
I feel something, not nothing
and the choice is all mine.
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I cut to bleed,
I bleed to feel
because sometimes my life
just doesn't feel real.
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I break free of his poison,
Life becomes clear,
But the cutting is me now,
The me that I fear.
When I lose control
And She finds that knife
I might as well be playing
Russian Roulette with my life.
But the things that She does
Will never compare,
To the things that he did to me
The boy that didn't care.
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There is a man
Controlling the weak.
Taking advantage of me,
All quiet and meak.
He knows of my past
Yet he's still the same way,
Trashing my confidence
With insults each day.
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I cut to bleed,
I bleed to feel
because sometimes my life
just does't feel real.
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There is a boy
Sleepy eyed and dinky
And in the fist of his hand?
He's holding my pinky.
Now I have control
And She does as I say
Although she stills ask me
"Can I come out to play?"
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She wants to bleed,
She'll bleed to feel
But it's my life now.
And my life is real.
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