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The color of red

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Night after night i grab the razor hidden in my drawer
and i slowly start finding fresh skin.
fresh skin that i can release my anger on.
the anger from everything,the world,the stress,
the heartbreak,the pain.
Everything building up in side of me day after day.
I can't take it anymore. here I am slicing my skin
seeing my flesh break open.
Seeing the pressure of the world just disappear
all by the sight of the splitting of my skin
and the color of red falling off of my arm.
I keep telling myself "One day it will all end"
and one day it will.



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