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Razor Blades and Pain
I feel sharp pain
As the cold razor blade
Slices thought my skin
I relish the longed-for
Pain
It's the only way I feel
I control something
I watch as my
Red blood
Falls on to the white tile
The stinging is still there
A reminder of what I've done
Again and again
The red lines appear
Gently painting a blood red picture
Depicting my life
My struggles
My hate
My sorrow
Everything bad in my life
Every overwhelming thing
Each red stroke helps me
Gives me the will
To go through one day after the next
Living for the next moment
Razor blades
Paint my picture
Dripping in rose-red ink
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Autumn Winds
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