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Mar 2019
End
I cut the cut again
The blood ,i bled
Noise in my head .
Gasping for air
My cutting chair
Iron scented liquid
Encroaching the floor
My life was mine
I ask for no more
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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