angsty @ 15

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all alone with no home and no love to call my own
I sit and hold a razor close to innocent veins so blue
I peer more closely at my eyes in mirror cracked and old
and find that they’re so dead that they have gone so grayly cold.
I flick
and wince at the pain so sudden
And see the blood so scarlet and so red first bubble up
Then flow
slow,
then faster, soon dripping on the floor

And I laugh so hard I can’t stop.
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