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by bryan Apr 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Dear God, This razor I hold Upon my hand, Is it there To take my life? Is it there to cut Such veins which hold, My strength, My love, My might? Is this razor A tool of death? A death Which brings new life? You hurt me so. And this razor (only) knows. If your love Is worth my life... Amen....
