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Jul 2015
I see a clean piece of skin, please let me drag a blade through it my mind is telling me, "Come on you won't feel a thing.", even though I knew I was going to bleed. I lied to myself once again.
The pain was just so beautiful even though it lasted for a second, it was worth that small moment of happiness.
Secret Poet
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Secret Poet  24/F
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