my lips hurt,
my knuckles start to bleed.
You think you hurt,
I haven't finished the deed.
my family, my life
my sister, my strife
I don't understand
what ever I've done to you
but every thing you do as I cut my hand
to stop the hate, it's all I know how to do
for me is no peace
I wish my torment would cease
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The [Stray] Wolf
duh, it's about me
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