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May 2010
Cut
I sit here in the dark
Thinking, wondering
Where I should put the mark

With a knife in hand
I’m thinking back on life
My fathers chant
Running through my head
I only ran…away

I make the cut upon my thigh
The pain and blood act as my high

A few years later
When my shame is healed
A vile and cruel comment
Breaks through my built
Up shield.
Morrigan LaFaye King
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