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I slammed the door Tears on my face I quickly locked it Turned up the music Sank too the ground I took a shaky breath I rose to my feet In search of relieve I found my razor My beloved blade 'How can it be Something so small Can be so scary And yet so soothing So repulsive And yet I can't stay away' These questions rang in my head As I tore my skin again and again I felt so relieve And yet so guilty But why the guilt they asked 'You have no one left' I started with one But one became two Two became five And five became ten Ten became fifteen Fifteen became twenty Twenty became thirty Thirty became forty Forty became fifty And by that time I was dead | ||||||||||||||
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