Felt like a million years of this..
Finally I'll make my last razor blade kiss;
I'll be stumbling into the class room..
As If I was drunk, but they can smell the bloody perfume.
A rusty razor carved in my chest, infections will bloom.
The room grew silent.. As the sight of shock finally drew..
In my chest.. a bloody message.. I'm pretty too.
 
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