You scream, but there's really nothing left to say. Looking for someone to save you leads one to the fact you can't wait for someone else.
You can't save yourself either.
Because there's no way out.
The blade across your wrist, sometimes isn't a bad thing. Flushing the faith away- sometimes its for the best.
But it makes you feel fake, doesn't it?
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