I use that blade...
I use it hard...
I use it til i can no more...
The blood rolls down,
all down my arm,
until i dab it all away...
I've lost someone...
someone i care so much for...
and no matter how much i whine, cry, or pout
I'll never get him back.
Its not like he cares,
its not like hes even noticed
But i will say this...
i may
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