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Apr 2018
razor edges
soft layers part
carnelian blooms
a sigh of relief

because this time it is a pain of my own doing

the knife bites in
and tears burn behind tightly shut lids
as my life drips down my wrist
and the numbness recedes again

when i cut the back of my wrists
i was afraid to die
now
i cut the insides
because i

want

to die
fatemadememortal
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