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Jan 2017
A cut, a straight line.

Bloodrush, I feel fine.

One for every lie.

One for every time he said goodbye.

Bloodrush.

I feel fine.

Push it down, deeper this time.

I hide my blade for another day.

I wear long sleeves to hide the shame.
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
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