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RAZOR   Everyday around quarter past three, you burst into the bathroom searching for me, I get hidden by your mother while you are away, hidden, unused for most of the day, I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight, I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night, I live to put scars upon your wrist, I leave my mark I'm proud of this, I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips, and runs off the ends of your fingertips, what possesses humans to act like this, to scream, cry & cut their wrists, but for now my job is clear the reason that I was brought here to relieve the pain to sit by the window and watch t