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I sink and keep sinking
I knew I was getting bad
But the thought was tripping
While I sat down being sad

I carved my skin, with no remorse
It felt so good
I was getting addicted to being this cross
But I knew it wasn't me, just a mood

I made him mad
I knew it
And the thought itself didn't bother making me sad
Not even a little bit

The fact that I was drowning
I couldn't really blame him
Because after all it felt like I was flowing 
Even when life was dim

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