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Peeling the Scabs of Sorrow

by IndustrialDeath

Peeling scabs from skin Feel the agony from within. From the cradle- To this hell I call life: Known to well, the edge of a knife. Opening self-inflicted wounds to Feel the solemn woe! Hope. Something I will never know. Focus on the misery. Cutting deeper than before. Plagued to perish, With open wounds That will heal no more.
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IndustrialDeath
21 / M / North Carolina
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Written by
IndustrialDeath
21 / M / North Carolina
Published
Dec 4, 2017
Time
1m
Tags
#self#mutilation#depression#sad
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