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Mar 2010
Take a cold shiny razor blade
Shave off the flesh to the bone
Dont stop cutting until the metal has a mouthful
Blood flows freely from the wound
Dripping down the arm and onto the floor
Slipping in the sticky pile as i try to stand
I land on my back and just relax
The darkness starts to seep into my mind
My wrist starts itching for another bite
Written by
Simone
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