Saray Brunette Biography

With the razor kissed wrists
This is my bright red scream
As I press down harder blood begins to surface
I convince myself 'you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it'
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Fear-
what lies beneath the
pink bras black thongs empty bottles of Tylenol with sleep aide drug induced unconsciousness
leaky pens torn out pages of a journal used-to-be-fluffy-towels broken razors
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Empty.
One word that can describe myself.

Being far from you
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I love you because you make me happy
I love you because you make me feel safe and secure
I love your smile
I love the way you say my name
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Your love is what makes me
Yet it has certain tendencies to break me as well
But whenever we talk,
I step out of the darkness and realize
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