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After the Razor Falls
You wanted the beauty of life after death.
Let me explain, it's not quite what you
expect it to be.
The Pain is still there but you are not.
There you lay patiently to find comfort
in the arms of of the angel of death.
I like so many wanted an easy way out.
The razor that sliced through my wrists
still lays there on the bathroom floor
where my life's blood spilled all over the
pearly white tile.
Grossly emmbedded in my mind.
The thought of death maybe a better way,
but trust me it's not.
Written by Anicent
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