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Sometimes my wrists ache to be cut My body begs me to give it the feelings it craves I am not allowed to explore that part of myself I am not allowed to scratch up my skin My body is screaming now I can not keep it at bay much longer I can not control myself I will slip up I will bruise my own skull It will be beautiful
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
If I Were Beautiful
Sometimes my wrists ache to be cut My body begs me to give it the feelings it craves I am not allowed to explore that part of myself I am not allowed to scratch up my skin My body is screaming now I can not keep it at bay much longer I can not control myself I will slip up I will bruise my own skull It will be beautiful
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Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
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