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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1269284

Just a poem of how it feels to cut.

The Razor
Stabbing pain in my heart
    It does not stop
The razor slashing at my arms and legs
    Cutting deeper each time
Blood dripping off my body and collecting in a pool on the floor
    Gradually the pain slows and all
I feel is blood dripping of my empty soulless frame
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