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Blue turns to red as the blood hits the air,
Flowing down dripping to the canvas,
Bleeding right through it like paper,
Have I gone too far this time?
Don't want to stop it from pouring,
The pressure from the razor is a beautiful thing,
Clean cuts keep it flowing,
But I think I'll try this broken glass,
Straight up and down the shards stay caught inside,
These are scars I can't hide,
The pain makes me shiver,
My hands start to shake,
And then I faint..
