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Razor

By , Sidney, NE
Dark, cold and sharp to the point. Its purpose is pain nothing else. As it slides across my skin it cuts leaving scars for the unknown. Blood trickles down my arm. I start to feel numb then nothing. Time stops along with my heart beat. My love for her is gone with my blood. It’s true, her love killed me slowly.





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