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surely this cant be real
the darkness dragging my heel
death seems like my only light
should i put up a fight
or give in and start to bleed
this craving i must feed
the thirst for the cold razor steel
a pleasure that is unreal
the sharp sting into flesh
and the smell of blood so fresh
... but punished i must be
worse than i've ever seen

my "friend's" pain is my fault
it brings me to a scrreeching halt
each cut i dig into my skin
compensated for the fights they cannot win
my blood being spilled will set the world right
and make the angels take flight
guarding and protecting those in need
people who truly need it.. not me

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