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Suicide...
I grab a razor
Only getting some ephemeral pleasure
Left with marks on my wrists
And scars on my hips
A shattered soul
And a broken heart
I long for love
But only find the comfort of a sharp knife
Bleeding out on the bathroom floor
I reach for deaths embrace
Sirens and panic surround me, am I dead or alive?
I open my eyes
Oh god, I survived.
Only getting some ephemeral pleasure
Left with marks on my wrists
And scars on my hips
A shattered soul
And a broken heart
I long for love
But only find the comfort of a sharp knife
Bleeding out on the bathroom floor
I reach for deaths embrace
Sirens and panic surround me, am I dead or alive?
I open my eyes
Oh god, I survived.
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