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Jan 2010
I love the pain,

That’s just it,

But without the blade,

here I sit.

I thank the one,

That helped me quit,

I miss the sting,

Yet here I sit.

I’ve rejected

The urge for pain

There’s only two things,

Keeping me sane.
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