my razor by janessa

painful tears sadden sobbing she looks at the razor in her hand the blood her skin so thristy soothed by red stains upon her arm

cry in the night only to forgive herseld for being born shedding bloody drops i fal asleep in the night behind my door with my razor in my hand so faithful my razor served me well

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