I hurt you.
Cause I hurt me.
The little laceration.
The little cut.
Came out deeper than i thought.
And I was scared.
Worried.
That I would achieve in the art of my passion.
Suicide.
And it shows my cowardice.
When I came running.
To show you what was surely my death.
All because of the razor.
Our bitter-sweet relationship.
The bitter-sweet relationship.
That will surely kill me.
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this is beautifully written.
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thanks!
Thanks, your stuff is gobs better though.
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