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May 2016
I was bored
I was broken
So I tried what
You said works.
Numb your skin
With ice so it doesn't
Hurt when you cut yourself


My heart was a bird trying to
Escape my aching ribs and
I shook like a dead leaf
As I pressed the blade
To my skin, and it
Was so numb
It scared
Me
So
B
A
D
.
.
How could you ever bring yourself
To do that in the first place?
I'm just scared of cutting too deeply and leaving too bad of a scar. You just want to see blood. I want everything that comes with the touch of a blade. I hate when I can't feel something because it reminds me of being internally numb and it's terrifying
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
(California)   
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