My sister was at her dance recital and I was locked in the bathroom. She was telling the story of how a beautiful woman fell in love with a beast, while I was debating the razor in my hand, wondering if I could unzip my veins and release the demons from within.
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My sister was at her dance recital and I was locked in the bathroom. She was telling the story of how a beautiful woman fell in love with a beast, while I was debating the razor in my hand, wondering if I could unzip my veins and release the demons from within.