My Reason

With each bite of the razor
And each drop of blood
I can set free
All the pain in me

Neat little red lines
All in a perfect row
Not too deep
My life, I have to keep

Not out of want
But necessity
For it is my daughter
Who depends on me

Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2005-08-09 at 19:36

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