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Jun 2017
I yearn for the blade, for the cold steel to pierce my skin and let the blood flow,

I yearn for the blade, for the comfort that only it can provide even if it is only short lived,

I yearn for the blade, for the purposefulness it makes me feel the purposefulness that I know I don’t possess,

I yearn for the blade, for the sparkling red tint it gains when it emerges from my flesh,

I yearn for the blade, for the release of everything that only it can provide, the release of emotions and anger so long bottled up,

I yearn for the blade, for the first the last and every cut in between,

I yearn for the blade, for the point to make one last mark, a mark that will end it all,

I yearn for the blade, for the steel to wash it all away, all the pain, sadness and anger until nothing is left just memories of someone long gone,

I yearn for the blade, for one last night looking at the sky, to end it all,
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