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Feb 2014
I feel the warmth of the blade,
   As it comforts my hand,
The prickling feeling,
    As it runs across my skin,
I can feel the pain,
     I can feel the pleasure,
It's not a feeling,
      That I can measure,
I feel my pain,
       Slipping away,
I don't remember what I was upset about,
      As long as the blade stays
Ariel Leann
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Ariel Leann
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