Blade is my only friend.
I could write a melody, but no one would even notice me. If I disappear, will someone even care? All I think of is you and Me, oh wait.. it was just a dream... I'm a freak, I'm a loser, even thinking that you would care. The blade is my only friend, that keeps in touch with my skin.
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