Sitting on the floor,
And crying in vain.
Praying to God,
To save me from this pain.
Screaming in agony,
As the blade starts to dig in,
A small brush against my cheek,
Stops me before the blood starts to begin.
I look up,
And see you there,
You gently hold me,
As you play with my hair.
You wipe away the running mascara,
And bring me into a sweet kiss,
While I'm
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