Scar

I saw a blade
Under my bed
I'd like to slit it under my head
To finally stop my breath.

All of my threat
Will be great
Even if that's a death
I will face it with bet.

When the blade passby my wrist
I can feel inside the risk
I want to punch you with my fist
But don't worry that's last but not the least

by Marvin Magno

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