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Mar 2018
Blood on my arms
My legs
My hands
The blade
I did it
What I did was fail
Fail at keeping the blade away from my skin
The blade stung
It stung so bad
It made me feel happy
But now I am dead
Dead with regret
Welp I may or may not have 27 more cuts...
Written by
Zach  13/Transmasculine
(13/Transmasculine)   
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