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Jan 2021
Don't you think it's funny
How it seems everything
wears out overtime
Well, with a single exception...

The blade we use
to cut our wrists
Don't ever really wear out,
do they?

They might dull
with continued use
but I assure you they never wear out...

Like the blades I once owned
and left in the closet
for ages, it seemed
swearing
never again, never again, and never again
and yet here I lay
with blades in my hand
blood on my wrist
and wounds on my flesh
as fresh the blades
that I hold in my hand...
Brave Wilson
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Brave Wilson  24/M/Cloud69
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