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Jun 2012
The blade floated across my skin.
Before I realized what I had done.
The blood trickles out.
And I feel alive.

The blade moves swiftly
Again and again.
Until my skin is sore and red.
The pain is real.

I set the blade down.
What have I done?
I stare at the injury
Until only the scars remain.
Maxamilian
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Maxamilian  F/The Land of Oz
(F/The Land of Oz)   
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