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Razorblade Romantic

I'm torn apart.
Your razorblade kisses
Shredding every last hope that i have hidden away in my heart
What point is there in holding on now?
Why justify myself to faceless enemies that shouldnt exist?
I am a razorblade romantic
Waiting for the next cut
The next piercing blow
The next anything that makes me feel again.

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