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It cuts into me as a knife.
Scarring the surface of my soul.

Blood rolls down the blade
Carrying whispers of uncertainties.

It stares at me as it breathes me in,
And I breathe my last.
Written by
Cameron  16/Cisgender Male/Washington State
(16/Cisgender Male/Washington State)   
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