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Playing violin with razors
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you walked in, your fault.
No one notices my musical talents,
or at least they don't care.
So I play my violin.
I try to make it feel better,
The red notes pouring down my arms.
But nobody cares so I keep on playing.
I go numb as I play, fading into my song,
my noctourne of blood.
The rush, the peace, the release,
oh how it soothes me.
And I know I should quit but I can't.
Only my friends notice me playing.
But they'd rather watch and listen
to me play my final chords.
Tags: not a song more of a poem
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