Sane

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TRIGGER WARNING

I reach for the back of my draw, I can't do this anymore.
I grabbed that little box, taking a quick glance at the clock.
No one is home, No one will know.
I went in the bathroom, easier to clean than the bedroom.
I take out the blade, looking down at what it has previously made.
I run it across my skin, knowing it is a sin.
But today isn't normal, I wonder if they'll dress me in something formal.
I lay out the note, the one that I have many times rewrote.
This is the end, the razor deepened.
Running over a crucial vein, I finally feel sane...

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This is just a crappy poem I wrote and I know it has nothing to do with MDE but I wanted to post it so yeah...

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