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No light's left in my eyes
to see the numbness of my fingers
there is no pain, there is no sense
and how much I miss the agony
dissapointed, I grope
on my bookshelves
on my notes
on my desk
may I find a razor
then I can tear me
to know if there is any pain left
to know if there is any blood left
the razor is selfless
never let me down
flesh or vessel, I dont know
I cut and felt
the last drops of pain
and the warmth of blood
made my numbness gone
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