Here it is again The damn problem has returned Rearing it's ugly head into my very being I just should have left the razor blade there Sitting on the wooden bench at work Where it serves a useful purpose Now it sits in the blue box And waits for me to come home at night Four of five slashes later The blood pours and I can't even stop it now I amble twords the bathroom I sit on the damn pink carpet That I picked out when I was young I didn't know then that this would be so bad So now I have to suffer through people knowing You can't hide something so large Something that happens so damn often Tonight will be the first night without it If I can handle knowing who I really amBirth sign: Libra
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