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One...Two...Three...Four watch the blood drip down on the floor looking at her savior, the trusty blade that comes each time she wants the pain to go away She looked at her arm and saw the cuts she made the numb feeling she longed for began to fade looking in the mirror at her own reflection what she saw was ugliness, weakness, less than perfection In one swift motion she grabbed her blade and sliced Five...Six... her eyes were transfixed then she got the feeling again Seven....Eight... they were full of such hate with cuts so deep she let out a small weep she couldn't believe this is what it came to In the back of her mind she knew what she had to do Nine.....Ten... Here's to hoping that this is the end.....
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
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One...Two...Three...Four watch the blood drip down on the floor looking at her savior, the trusty blade that comes each time she wants the pain to go away She looked at her arm and saw the cuts she made the numb feeling she longed for began to fade looking in the mirror at her own reflection what she saw was ugliness, weakness, less than perfection In one swift motion she grabbed her blade and sliced Five...Six... her eyes were transfixed then she got the feeling again Seven....Eight... they were full of such hate with cuts so deep she let out a small weep she couldn't believe this is what it came to In the back of her mind she knew what she had to do Nine.....Ten... Here's to hoping that this is the end.....
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
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