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The Razor
blood drips down my arm
i drop the razor on the floor
dark thoughts fill me
not wanting to live anymore
pain shoots through the wounds
the feeling of hate fills me
i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me
my fingers are stained with flood
tears start to pour down
my body starts to shake
i slowly hit the ground...
i drop the razor on the floor
dark thoughts fill me
not wanting to live anymore
pain shoots through the wounds
the feeling of hate fills me
i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me
my fingers are stained with flood
tears start to pour down
my body starts to shake
i slowly hit the ground...
Published 29th Jul 2013
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21st Aug 2013 3:33am
wow intense. i love the lines "i was too weak to fight
so i let the razor be the mind for me "
u should post more :P
so i let the razor be the mind for me "
u should post more :P
