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The Sweet Misery of a Razor

March 11, 2013
By Anonymous

A comforting voice like a field of violently yellow sunflowers
It beckoned sweetly, softly
It pulled me to it
Promising happiness.

But happiness doesn’t last.
Its happenstance; only for a moment.

I couldn’t run away


It was addictive

It dragged me to hell

Blood and pain.

It stained.

It scarred.
It was promising

But sickening.



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