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Walking through a room
The floor littered with razors and broken glass
Cold and mocking beneath me
Feet bleeding, leaving
Trails of red
Reaching for a door and finding none exists
Pounding on the walls
Bloody hands

Prison of my own device
Release me
I want to be free

Reaching for the razor
Trapping myself in that doorless room
Again

Who said I knew how to be free?