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May 2012
isolate me from these razor sharp lies
bleeding me out till i want to die
there's doubt, to await and drown me in my tears
to my soul its theirs
the paranoia to leave because there's nothing left here
with that, I'd rot in peace
with every blood i spill I'm feeding my fear
self-destruction i lay with infliction
then it shall be i, the one holding the razor
Written by
Evelyn Colbolt
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