The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain,
Numb to the blood,
Too numb to realize what's happening,
To realize what I'm doing.
One cut follows another,
And another,
Till I can't stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm,
Tears roll down my cheeks.
What have I done?
Samantha Stansbury
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doante to me for this avi..

and gir shall do the "Yay some1 donated" dance!!!!


and gir shall do the "Yay some1 donated" dance!!!!
