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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - A Cutters Only Friend
This razor i hold, is my new family, the only one i need to stand next to me. I don't need your pity, your sorry's, and your excuses. Maybe i'm just getting tired of the endless bruises? The cuts, the scars, tell a story no one could understand. So come with me, take my hand. And i will open up a world of release. You will see that it is possible to feel again, and you will finally be at peace. The purple gashes in your arm tell me what i am afraid to hear. You want to explain but all i see are my tears. trickling down off my cheek, you want to tell me but your afraid to speak. You've carved a never ending line of scars, i just want to get you the help and give you reason to look up at the stars. You don't need this evil fascination, its like a bad dream with you and this terrible creation. The one who gave you the amazing feeling of being free, is now taking your will and soul, forever, its to be.
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