Razor

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Razor to the wrist

Blood on the floor

Razor to the bone

I can't feel it

The pain is decreasing

The blood is increasing

Now my blood flows freely

Freely from the cut

Cuts on my wrist

My time is running out

Razor to the wrist

One last time

Now I am dying

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