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-a cold metal,

A razor in my hand,

Salty tear stained cheeks,

And the pain within,

It's hard to keep fighting,

But I'll still stand,

Through all the hurt,

Cause at the end,

I see you,

And I hope you'll smile,

When I reach the end-

~unknown~

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