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Jan 2018
Knives.
Sleek, silver, shimmering.
It speaks to me,
"Come this way."

Mutilation
Is as bad as you make it.
To us it is just a way
To relieve some pain.

Blades.
They are so great,
emotional shade,
a short escape.

Stitches.
Two now,
by myself.
Still no relief.
This poem was written a long time ago. I am doing much better now. Just getting around to publishing these poems.
I have finally found happiness.
Marlene
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Marlene  17/F/Philadelphia
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