Dear Diary...
Dear Diary,Please take me away.
You know my past,
Can you blame me for today?
Another few scars
To decorate my arm.
Isn't it just so sad,
How I'm always seeking harm.
But today I hurt him.
With my bite I made him bleed.
He says he likes the pain,
But my pain he doesn't need.
Pain, I don't want it,
But it's something that I crave
I highly doubt that my soul
Is something that he can save.
But he tries so hard,
I can see it in his eyes.
He, too, is tired of the gray.
We both want our blue skies.
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