gashing away
with a sharp serraded blade
I close my eyes
I focus on the pain
pulsing
bleeding
I'm cutting
I'm wheeping
I went to far
I cut to deep
I'm lying on the floor
I watch myslef bleed
my visoins fading
my mind is racing
I feel like I'm falling
I hear death calling
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