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All my tops have long sleeves
it’s a small price to pay for the only relief
i feel whenever the razor cleaves
and I smile, letting out the crimson grief.
It hurts so good that it can’t possibly be bad
even if it is, I don’t know if I can ever stop
so far gone that I cut even when I don’t feel sad
one day I’ll slice deep, make my veins pop
because this world hasn’t been kind to me
I keep scraping the shards of my soul off the floor
so don’t stop me when I try to be free
because there’s nothing for me to live for.