My Knife

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I pick up a knife
I put it against my skin
I slice it
The beautiful art

The beauty
The burning
The pain
The blood

The feeling of the slice
The perfect line
Now i have something on me
Thats actually perfect

I dont deserve to live
Not anymore
Hopefully one day
I hit the wrong vain...

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