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Apr 2017
I shouldn't be trusted with a knife. The wish to feel the cold steel slicing through my pale clear skin is so constant. I could cut it so easily like cutting wrapping paper with scissors. I would do it to feel all the pain flow from the sharp, precise **** on my skin. I will never gather the confidence to do it though. I never have the confidence to do anything.
First poem I wrote so be nice please
Kheeghan
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Kheeghan  17/M
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