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Chey Ferrill
Poems
Sep 2017
Cut
porcelain wrist my blade doth kiss
drawing blood unto its lips
drop by drop until i'm drained
nothing left within my veins
the beating stops, my heart doth still
there's nary a drop of blood to spill...
I hate myself. I always have.
#depression
#hurt
#frustrated
#selfloathing
Written by
Chey Ferrill
27/F/Ontario
(27/F/Ontario)
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