Should I

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I sit apon your table,

I hide in you bathroom closet,

I float in your school bag,

You rescue me,

When your alone,

Those clear trails,

Their always around,

Whenever i am out,

I help you make more trails,

But of crimson red,

I wonder if i really should,

Be your trusty razor blade.

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