the blade cuts deep,
but i don't weep.
I'm very careful to miss the vein,
so my mom won't find her child slein.
the deep red dark,
only leaves a mark, on my pearl skin.
the blood lost, and pain felt,
help to soothe, and to melt, all my frustrations and my pain.
dried blood matted in my mane,
my razor has become my cane.
I'm dancing on a fine line between life and death,
But I'll keep on dancing as long as i have my breath.
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