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Razor

February 25, 2010
By Anonymous

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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