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I feel so numb, it's my safe place.
Scared to open the curtains,
to feel the sun on my face.

Grab the razor,
feel the pain,
Starting to wonder if I am sane.

No councellor can help,
no therapist too.
To feel that razor, 
oh you have no clue...

Deeper and deeper,
the more it spills,
that's when I start to get the chills.

Feeling so alive,
but so closer to death,
I could just die,
One last breath.