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My Razor blade
I can't take it anymore why should i live in a world of hatred?
Can't I be happy two?
I tell myself each night that it will be better tomorrow
But I know better
My dearest razor blade it's just another day of being rejected
I can't take it any longer
Pulling you out feeling your cold and smooth surface
I slowly slice my arm deep and slow
Feeling the pain once more, telling myself that this is the last
Breathing slowly, eyes closing
Drifting into deaths arms
Only to whisper my final words
"Far well my dearest razor blade"