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[endlesshope]

As my head leans forward
I take a deep breath
I remind myself how much it hurts
I think of my tears
And let the sharpness stray
To those lonely wrists
It will be gone with the tip of my razor
Disappear in the rush of blood
I crave the release
I bite my lip
And mark up what was never beautiful to begin with
Then cry
But it feels so amazing
Spilling myself to feel alive