I could say something about cutting and slicing
Blade razor sharp ready for dicing
Oh dear what can the matter be
Life is so hard, feel for poor little me.
I could say my arm is a maze of tiny scars
And holes burnt by big fat cigars.
But I won't cos I think that's really sad
To cut is to quit and some stupid fad.
A knife is a loser's way to cope
A choice that means there's no reason to hope.
So shove your gurning and dry your chin
I haven't started, you don't want me to begin.
Death isn't romantic, get your head out of your arse
Twilight is bollocks that pish is a farce.
Don't mind me I feel like a rant
So read this and do whatever you want you caaaant.
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