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Putting the razor blade to my skin
Allowing it to take the pain away?
So I have to do it again and again?
Causing it be become like a drug
I put the blade to my arm
Knowing it’s only temporary,
That it won’t last
Going deeper then the time before
It won’t stop
The pain I feel from this is bliss
Compared to everything else
Repulsive yet I can’t stop
The final cut leaves drops on the floor and
The sink is filled with my blood and tears