Dear Razor Blade

by Pterodactyl   Feb 24, 2011


I miss they way you felt against my wrist everytime I pushed you against it. I miss watching you make blood appear and start gushing out. I said goodbye to you, but now I'm starting to regret it. All this pain that's been surrounding me is making me numb. I can't take it anymore.

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