"It's been 72 days since I got rid of my razor, but I still can't get rid of you.
The scars I made 72 days ago are slowly fading, but you're still etched into my mind.
I haven't wet the bathroom floor with my blood in 72 days, but the thought of you wets my cheeks with tears. I haven't broken the promise I made to myself 72 days ago, but I still can't seem to realize that promise was only to myself.