I want to die.
I want the feeling of the razor blades
across my skin,
and the essence of fresh blood in the air.
That is what truly makes me happy.
The only thing in this world
I can depend on is that razor.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
I want to die.
I want the feeling of the razor blades
across my skin,
and the essence of fresh blood in the air.
That is what truly makes me happy.
The only thing in this world
I can depend on is that razor.
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