LET THE SHARPNESS OF A BLADE, SLIDE ON MY THINNEST VEIN
Let the sharpness of a blade Slide on my thinnest vein. Cut my throat to speak no words, A wagon of a meaningless train. Take a gun and shoot myself, No one hurts more than myself. Tell myself what makes me safe, No one trusts more than myself.
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