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Nov 14
I slide my pant legs down down down
and kick them off my feet
I pull my shirt over my head
now it seems obsolete.
I take the clasps of my blue bra
and toss it on the floor.
last to come off is underwear
won't need these anymore.

now I see what I can touch,
and this is when I cut.
writing about past self-harm, no longer cutting
Written by
em  18/F/California
     BR Dragos and Emma
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