As I drag the razor,
I feel the relief,
the moment I started after awhile the moment it ended
because of to make things Worse to make me loose it,
the more I went deeper the braver I got,
every time made it more life threading,
every cut deeper then the last,
until it was too deep,
as I lay here and try and pass.
Jessica Lee Workman
Jessica lee Workman
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