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Jun 2018
Yesterday you promised to stop
Today, you did it again
There is no point in trying
You know that

The slick red is calling
The blade shining

Muscle memory serves you well
My dear
Without thinking you continue
No sign of fear

The pain is but an afterthought,
Barely present
There is danger in those feelings
As you begin your slow descent

No sane person would ever do it
But then again
We both know you are not sane

How far will you go love?
No true boundary stops you
No other but the one above

Slowly
You are branded
by that iron of thought

Silently announcing the show
Just to end up alone
Like you did all that time ago

You promised to stop
But it has your soul
And you finally realize
There is nowhere to run
Gala
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Gala  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Joseph Miller
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