augmented body, needs a new way out there really is hope in the tiny reflection on the razor blade a look of accepted conformity replaces the old it is a perfection of the body achieved only by ridicule and misunderstanding white is the color of life; black the color of death and red is the color of perfection; perfection accomplished by swimming in the wake of a razor
Reason for writing:
like anybody it's just how i felt one moment in time
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