p.53

My dreams, are filled with blood lust.
I find my razors and clean off the dust.

I keep my feelings hidden, deep inside.
None of you can I confide.

Every time I wish to die,
deeper with my razor I pry.

My dreams help me see reality,
of what my future will be.

Help me, save my soul
just one kiss
or
let me go.

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