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Feb 2014
I feel my fingers grip
The razor blade
Been there for me since I was 13
I still get a rush
From it
And I still feel my lips
Curl into a smile
When I do it
I love the slice
Of my pale skin
An the bubbling crimson
That sting when I try to sleep
Let's me focus on something else
Than my pitiful memories
Part two.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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