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The lust for pain,
I can't deny.
I choke on life,
Just to get that high.
The secret wish,
that I will die.
Swallows me whole
and controls me inside.
The shining razor,
that likes to slice.
Hypnotises me,
makes everything nice.
Copyright 1999 Heather A. Underwood
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