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Beautiful Pain
Hand me the razor, I’ll do it myself Watching the blood drip off my skin The crimson, a beautiful shade The red staining my flesh Let it puddle on the white tile A growing mass of morbidity This pain is such a pleasure This feeling lets me know I’m alive Close my eyes as I let it flow from my wrist The beautiful, wonderful pain The sweet taste of blood This is my way of living I’m not sick, mentally disturbed This is my stress reliever Leave me the hell alone And let me do what makes me feel alive.
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