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Razors and Tongues
Doors were slammed
and she screamed
I will slit my wrists,
he turned and yelled
go ahead, you'll only
scratch the surface,
your black clothes are
as deep as you go.
and she screamed
I will slit my wrists,
he turned and yelled
go ahead, you'll only
scratch the surface,
your black clothes are
as deep as you go.
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