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i wrote you a poem, i wrote it on my wrist, i wrote it with a razorblade, it ended in a twist. the blade was sharp and narrow, i do it to kill the pain, as i finished my first sentence, the blade hit a vein. i saw my poem run down my arm, i saw it drip to the floor, i saw a pile of blood, then i saw no more.......
by: falloutboy351
