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Feb 2012
Cut
These cuts I make
Are small compared to my real pain
My wounds go deeper
Than any blade can cut
And they leave bigger marks
Than the simple scars
Blood flows out of my wounds
Yet I live on
My heart still pounds its steady beat
Even as I scream
My heart cries out for help
As do my lips
I will continue to cut and cry
Until at last I die
Β©Dustyn Smith
Dustyn Smith
Written by
Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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