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Mar 2016
I'd like to cut myself

The idea of it sounds grand
but I don't really want to cut
my wrists or legs
Maybe my neck

No . . .

I'd like to cut closer to my heart

My ribs possibly
and I'll sit
in the darkest corner of the room
Laughing through the pain as
blood  runs  down
Jocie
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Jocie  19/California
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