You cut it deeper.

It feels like a knife in my heart.
Deep cut.
Loose a lot of blood.
Die inside.
Mentally gone.
I feel sick.
Just wanna lay down on the ground.
I need someone to hold me.
Someone, to hug me.
Someone, who cares.
Someone, who's not like you.

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