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Oct 2015
I think about it all the time.
I do it even when I'm not sad.
I hide it like a crime.
It's not a fashion fad.

I like the way it feels, looks, the relief
The sensation and satisfaction
But I hate the way it it brings greif
The after a the of the action

I do it all the time
Even when you take away the knife
I give no warning sign
I just don't want to lose my life
Written by
Whatyoudon'tknow  Utah
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