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Sep 2018
There is something about the way skin tears
Something about the way my hand stops shaking
It is committing to the amount of pressure
About focusing on one after the other
About the pain that stings
There is something about this harm
That makes me feel good
Scratch that
There is something about this harm
That makes me feel
I can sit in the shower and bleed and cry
And bleed and cry
And bleed and cry
I can hate myself without ending myself
I can focus on a pain that is tangible
For a few minutes it is an escape
My body became a canvas when I was fourteen
And I haven't stopped painting since
I want to go deeper
I want to feel more.
Rj
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     Fawn, Cassidy Napolitan and susan
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