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May 2014
Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist

Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh

Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help

Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...
Joshua Matthew van der Spuy
Written by
Joshua Matthew van der Spuy  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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