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Izzy Jun 2014
That razor blade
oh, so sharp
Slicing through my skin,
Always; non stop

I try and fight it

That craving inside,

But its to much, at least for me to hide.

I lie to my parents, day in day out,

As to why i have cuts spread here, and far out.

My friends know nothing, because nothing i have told,

Such dark secrets my eyes can behold.

— The End —