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The knife bites at my skin as I let the sharp edge dig in droplets of blood fall to the ground the impact causing an echoing sound I sigh as I achieve my goal now I am in full control I have the power in this game I can control my own pain the trickle becomes a stream but at this pain I only beam of course, I was deluded all along two wrongs always make a wrong I’ve never had control of my pain I can’t win at this game but I continue even so cause I have power when the blood does flow and as small as that power may be at least my pain hasn’t got all of me
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Knife Bites
The knife bites at my skin as I let the sharp edge dig in droplets of blood fall to the ground the impact causing an echoing sound I sigh as I achieve my goal now I am in full control I have the power in this game I can control my own pain the trickle becomes a stream but at this pain I only beam of course, I was deluded all along two wrongs always make a wrong I’ve never had control of my pain I can’t win at this game but I continue even so cause I have power when the blood does flow and as small as that power may be at least my pain hasn’t got all of me
kimmy-taylor
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
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