friction
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give me the razor, with edges stained red,
give me the pills that will silence my head.
give me the vodka, an infinite glass,
the cigarette smoke, till my cravings are fed.
The way you make me
suffer is so sweet.
It makes me feel alive,
reminds me that I can still care
sometimes.
Wreckage and pain,
but none of us are to blame.
