The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily
I'm numb to the pain
Numb to the blood
Too numb to realize what's happening
To realize what I'm doing
One cut follows another
And another
Till i can't stop
The razor falls from my hand
Blood drips down my arm
Tears roll down my cheeks
What have i done?
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