pain
all those scars all that pain they just hurt and deeply maim.
when your not in controll of your life, you grab a knife.
so come on little baby gurl don't cry.
slit your wirst and fore-ever youll fly
obbessed by blood, you know cuting yourself feels good...
when your not in controll of your life, you grab a knife.
so come on little baby gurl don't cry.
slit your wirst and fore-ever youll fly
obbessed by blood, you know cuting yourself feels good...
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| Auteur: eitlin | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2004 | ||
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