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Cutting

Born with fire, sold with blood, feel your desire, a deep cut. Take your sword, slam it down, one last word? I take the crown. We gonna burn to dust and ashes, that was your last turn, before your mind crashes. I am your demon, made of devil's gate, don't worry a sermon you just deserve hate. If you feel this way, you'll get help here and  here . Depression is as serious as a physical abuse, don't laugh about it and take it serious!