Redline

Your words bleed me like a red razor knife. You just don't understand my pain deep inside. When its all too much I need my calming time. Its my little ritual to let out the pain inside; a ritual time late at night at the end of the day when everything is done. I take hours looking for the a place that is right. Straight, sharp, and still, I watch the thin red line run across cool metal warm as the sun.

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