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I feel the cold metal In the palm of my hand Pressing against my skin I refuse to drag it I'm fighting the never ending battle The battle against myself The battle that's making me question my own sanity The battle that's making me look insane The battle that's making me look violent The battle giving me these wounds That will turn into scars Scars that will fade away But never disappear Like this army of voices Screaming and fighting Never will they disappear But they will decrease They will fade away They will become small They will be overpowered | ||||||||||||||
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