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Hand it to Me

There is no time to bleed
Stop all the confusion
The worries
The loss
Take the razor from your skin
And hand it to me
I will get rid of all the lies
The fear
The guilt
Just hand it to me
Cover your scars of your past
Embrace your inner beauty
Just stop
Please
And hand your razor to me




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