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Thinking Its Gonna End
I lay in my bed
Razor in hand
Thinking this is all gonna end
I look down to my feet
And there he is again
The creep
It likes to dangle around my ankles
Without a care in the world
It pokes at my feet
Snickering and giggling
I kick it
But it doesn’t even faze it
My frustration grows
I can’t even go
Why can’t it just leave me alone?
“Let me die”, I shout
It giggles and shouts
“Never will I let you go!”
It latches on to me even tighter
This creep
How did I even get this deep?
I hold the razor in my hand
Crying and sad
I can’t even stand
I roll in my bed
Thinking it was all gonna end
The creep laughs
Why must I feel tormented?
I throw the razor away
I guess I have to stay
To my dismay
I close my eyes
And sigh saying
“Why can’t this end?”
