Your Too Late

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The razor sits carefully on my wrist

Carefully don't to pierce the skin

Not just yet

Angry fuels me and all I can see is my smirking face

I slide the blade deeply across my skin with one swift motion

The blood gushes out with all my emotions following

Tears run down my face

This is my only escape

The pain is unbearable

My heart is unrepairable

It's been broken for the last time

This isn't just your fault it's mine

I should've never trusted you

I wish I could start anew

But I can't

Yukki666

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