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The Razor's Edge
Look at me...what do you see?
You see a monster, that's what you see.
You see a depressed little bitch.
An irresponsible child.
A suicidal killer.
That's right, i did get pregnant.
That's right, I did kill it!
That's right, I am a murderer!
And it suites me.
It comforts me to know I can never belong with normal people.
You are innocent.
You did not kill a child!
And what came out of it?!
Now I have a problem with cutting myself!
Me!
The one who was extremely opposed to it.
But that is the only way I can release my pain, misery, and agony.
It is my drug, my shameful addiction.
The thing that keeps me up at night.
And i cry at night...
For the son i killed is my shame to bear.
You see a monster, that's what you see.
You see a depressed little bitch.
An irresponsible child.
A suicidal killer.
That's right, i did get pregnant.
That's right, I did kill it!
That's right, I am a murderer!
And it suites me.
It comforts me to know I can never belong with normal people.
You are innocent.
You did not kill a child!
And what came out of it?!
Now I have a problem with cutting myself!
Me!
The one who was extremely opposed to it.
But that is the only way I can release my pain, misery, and agony.
It is my drug, my shameful addiction.
The thing that keeps me up at night.
And i cry at night...
For the son i killed is my shame to bear.
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