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Veins

I raise my wrists to my face to see you as you house my life...

A closer look would mean me getting a razor or knife...

Shall I cut out the hurt and the pain...

Or shall I let you pump all my blood in vain...
Written by DaVinCHICodeX4U2NV (SLYMBEK)
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