Tegan

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Copyright, Tegan

Enticingly dangerous I run the blade across my skin
Sitting in the silhouettes of darkness waiting for the end to begin
My blood dances at the tip of the razor blade
Frivolously patching up the damage that I’ve made
Tears mixing with a river running crimson down my arm
Ceasing to exist, escaping the suffering, escaping the harm
Slice open the veins and watch my life flow away
Fighting for survival but not wanting to live another day

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