Am I dead?
The thought
roaming through my head
I laid in my bed
And pulled out a box that was red
In the box was a blade
That I have laid
On my skin
Holding the purple rim
Someone opened the door
To see me on the floor
Cause the cut was to deep
Now this was a secret I couldn't keep
Secret
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