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Nov 2015
The blood is what I'm after
To watch myself bleed
Scars don't mean anything
It's as perfect as can be

Fighting the urge
To keep on cutting
Here I go again to purge
Killing my soul with every word

Telling myself I ain't worth recovery
That no one feels like I do
The pain is all I see
The temptation is for real
The obsession takes a hold of me
It is a huge deal
But I just let it drip anyway
Let the blood flow
Let it flow out of me
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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