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I cling to this blade of silver, sharp and cold, Trying to forget all that I was told. My mind is numb, still my body feels. Look inside, see the invisible scars that will never heal. Thin red lines, seeping red. Although I am alive, most of ME is dead. With each cut I make with this blade I feel more of ME fade away. Crying and rocking, I look at what I have done. My skin is marred and I wish the guilt were gone. Every time it is exactly the same. I seek to find refuge by causing my pain. Finding a calm always before the storm. It is after this calm that Shadow takes form. My demons arise to tell me that I've failed. I will find no rest in life, only my self created hell. The days now blend. Not one is different from the other. Hands of Death, my mouth they do cover. They hold me so tightly, struggling I draw breath. For now I am held captive, captive in the hands of Death. Watch me fade as the clocks runs it's race. To die would be sweet, with no more demons to face.
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