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Mar 14
The very knife,
That cut scars in my life,
Every cut represents every trauma,
The deeper the cut, the deeper the drama.
Forged from memories and flashbacks.
Then when I least expect it… it thrusts and attacks,
Leaving me on the ground bleeding out,
leaving me to shout,
And hoping it doesn’t haunt me for the rest of my days,
But nobody cares anyways.
Seth Thomas
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Seth Thomas  16/M/Concord NC
(16/M/Concord NC)   
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