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I light the match, an angry flame, to take away my pain . I run it across my arm, my cuts burn like copper in the acid rain . You look at me such regret, my wrist still to bleeds. I see the pain flash across your face. Such a mark, that I can't erase.
I pull the razor, A searing flame across my wrist, there is no else but me to blame. my thoughts turn black, I feel no pain, those fiery pits of my distain.
You walk away, your pain is true. i stand there shaken, the ground fades away. i am the reason there's no more me & you
my last thought, only you, run across my mind. The last time.
The Last Time
