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Jewels Mar 2019
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I walk towards the haunting drawer
I pull out that dark filled sword
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I toss that scar filled tool across the room
I crawl towards my sinful truth
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I reach you unsheathe you
I stare at your shining features
I place your cold groove on my damaged wool
I drag till I see red bloom
I have to admit it’s been a hard day.

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