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Biting on my lip

As the tears roll off my cheeks onto my arm

The clear turns instintly red

Feeling thrashing pain

Im as good as dead

Breath is so much shorter

Air seemed so much heavier

Loading into my lungs

"what was I thinking?"

as i placed the razor under my matriss

I wasnt

I wasnt thinking at all

All I was thinking about, was getting the problems off my mind

Marker marked out on my skin

The ink still wet and lined

Frantically looking around

As if someone was to appear

Im growing a little faint

As it all starts to grow more clear

Put away the razor for the last time

It least for this time

Wrong decisions that I made

I know now that my life cant be fixed

With a simple blade

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