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Alternative to Self-harm

Don't cut,

my dear.

Without blood,

how will you blush

when I hold you?

Don't hate

yourself.

You've nothing

to loathe.

Especially with

me beside you

every step of the way.

Don't pierce,

my dear.

Your heart

has taken

the arrow

too much for

the skin to

take the needle.

Don't drink,

my dear.

I'm sure

your lips

are intoxicating

without it.

Don't cry,

my dear.

I would prefer

that your eyes

were clear,

so I could give

the gazing

they are overdue.

Don't laugh,

my dear.

I may live

because of you.

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sam-oliver

American

Published: May 16, 2010
LinesWords: 3893

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