This is where I know what happens

This is where I start to care.
About myself again. About my life again. About what is wrong with my decisions and my choice of bad friends

Off the shelf again, I am the knife again. All out what will fix my incisions made in bad light of the tunnel, the one with no end.

I scream I am clean again. So fucking tired of fresh bleeding with not one of you allowed to attend or to help with the mend.

It was not your fault I fell. It is not through you I again stand. Sickness is power when used to kill cancer, I am back to me and I am alive again.

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