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The Razor 2

Death And Dying...
As my depression gets worse I don't know what to do?
I cut myself with a razor more and more as the blood goes all over the floor. Life is falling away from me every day is that a demonic price I must pay?

Oh well as I cut myself and my body shakes and jerks and my eyes turn blood red enough power to wake up part of me that dead
As I cut off my flesh with a knife but the real truth is, it's the razor that took my life
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Published: 8/30/2008
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