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*WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING*

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Cold as winter,

Dark as night.

In the dead seconds of night,

He sits up under the moonlight

Clutching his razor quite tight.

And with might,

He pulls the razor across his wrist.

Tick upon tock,

Until the world finally stops.

Under these dead seconds of night,

The boy who is depressed,

Can finally rest.

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