I carved once more,
The numbers and letters on my wrist,
Through the only thing which is left,
Razor and blades.
I carved once more,
The truth on the wall of lies.
And made myself to bleed till the very next hour.
I carved once more,
My salted tears,
With the story of betrayal and deception.
Gone are the days of my longing for happiness.
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