I've killed myself over my smile.
Let you slip off my mind for just a second,
and then returned to you, terrified...
I've hurt enough and so much
I've cut myself, to keep my wounds bleeding...
I'm alive and I've felt it. And for this I'm forever grateful.
But I need you to know this...
I'll save you your place, always.
You can come and go, as you please.
But should I choose to live now, I'm not guilty.
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