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Sep 2013
people say that they cut to feel in control
to feel in control of their ******-up lives
but when i held that blade and let
it slip across my skin,
i felt no control.
i felt no comfort.
the blade controlled me,
twisting who i was
into someone that i was not;
ripping my thoughts apart

don't pick up that blade.
don't ever pick up that blade.
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