the blade ain’t near my wrist

by Harry

Submitted by cazcrown

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Fucking demented but the blade ain’t near my wrist

Impossible to bleed over someone who gave me a tight fist

That was never real love

Just a mother fucking disaster I had to rise above

And It became tiring hiding from the shame

I was born a rainbow Knight, who needed to be on top of her game

But as the months went by, I kept losing more of me

Unrecognizable, I has to make the decision to set myself free

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