i feel the razor,
i see the blood,
trailing down my arms and legs,
i welcome the pain,
the outcome is always the same,
the rush is amaizing,
people tell me to stop,
but they dont understand,
the want and hope i feel,
when my razors are running blood,
i feel my life flee,
i realize with glee,
that i am finally able to do what im told,
i will never feel razors run blood again,
my memories will only haunt,
of my razors running blood.
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