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Lynsay

Time

Copyright Lynsay

Time echoes in wounded ears.
It ticks by, never stopping
Stop for me?
Because then the wounds would never heal.

Diamonds are not this girl’s best friend
Razors talk and comfort me
Caressing my skin
And ridding me of hatred and hurt.

There came a time in my life
Where I picked up the razor
And I bled until I laughed with relief
And I never cleaned the wounds.

Because I am nothing
Without my secrets
I will bleed
And you will always be oblivious.

 

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