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The Razor

blood drips down my arm
i drop the razor on the floor
dark thoughts fill me
not wanting to live anymore

pain shoots through the wounds
the feeling of hate fills me
i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me

my fingers are stained with flood
tears start to pour down
my body starts to shake
i slowly hit the ground...
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