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Triggering (SI) - the razor (poem)
i look at the razor
and look at my wrist
just do it you wuss, the voices hiss
i touch the razor
and touch a vain
i long to see the crimson rain
i pick up the razor
and pick a spot
should i do it? or should i not?
i move the razor
and move my wrist
all this pain for a moment of bliss
i put away the razor
and put away my wrist
and cry about the skin the razor kissed
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