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Feb 2020
I shake as the blade cuts
Through my skin, gently pressing
Blood streams, dripping onto the wood floors
Like a river of crimson
Drip, drip, drip
Splatting, creating a deep red puddle
I crave the feeling
More and more
Deeper and deeper
Jake
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Jake  Gender Fluid/Indiana
(Gender Fluid/Indiana)   
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