I don’t care about you
I don’t care about me
I’m in pain
Cant you see
But a slice from the razor
Can cure the disease
And watch the stream of red
Run into the seas
Some say it hurts
Some say it free’s
But for me
It’s a need
A necessity of life
A necessity of death
But in the end
There is no regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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