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Mar 2021
The control that you feel
When you listen to the voice
Who says that my razor can fix everything
The control that you feel
When you wipe up the red
Because my razor helped my thoughts slow down
The control that you feel
When looking at the word
That my razor just carved into my skin
The control that you feel
When you feel the sting
That was me an my razor. I can control this
I've been clean for over a month. ***** that I've been clean less than an hour.
Jace
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Jace  In a ditch
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