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the black lines i draw across my wrist have nothing to the red blood that washes away with my tears the black lines i draw across my wrist keep me sane because i can rinse away the sorrow the black lines i draw across my wrist can't take away the pain of tomorrow but can take away the pain of today the black lines I draw across my wrist can't compare to the sharpness of the smooth silver blade i tore out of a pencil sharpener The black lines i draw across my wrist won't last for long not leaving a scar nor a sign that shows i am not strong enough
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Black Lines
the black lines i draw across my wrist have nothing to the red blood that washes away with my tears the black lines i draw across my wrist keep me sane because i can rinse away the sorrow the black lines i draw across my wrist can't take away the pain of tomorrow but can take away the pain of today the black lines I draw across my wrist can't compare to the sharpness of the smooth silver blade i tore out of a pencil sharpener The black lines i draw across my wrist won't last for long not leaving a scar nor a sign that shows i am not strong enough
hannahjane
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
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