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Nov 2012
People always ask
"Why cut?" and
"Why don't you stop?"
But they don't understand
Without it I am nothing
Without it I am lost
I'm too far deep
And drowning in misery
I can't see past it
I can't ever end it
No matter how hard I try
It reels me back in
My only feeling
My only source of life
The pain of cutting
Can't even compare
To the pain of nothing
Olivia Lane
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