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Sep 2013
Red
Yelling
Items crashing on the floor
My house is a wreck
Is this really all I'm living for

I grab the blade
And find freedom in
A gentle red line

I'm not as ****** up
As I used to be
These red lines
Have seen worse days
MD
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