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I'm carving on my wristWriting on my arm Painting my nails black Causing myself harm My wounds are self inflicted My past I try to hide My future's burned to pieces To rules I don't abide My life I hold without care To health I don't mind When I see people dressed in black People yell out "He's of our kind!' I walk with arms crossed Feet dragging on the ground Black sleeves hiding my scars Hiding the truth I've found I'm angsty and I'm sad And I'm angry lots of the time But I still carry on As I write my rhymes People keep staring at me As I lean against this wall But when I look up No one helps me up from my fall So I glare at them And return to my work Hey guess what I'm an emo And who knows where my spirit will lurk |
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