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Nov 2014
All I see is red
So angry
So hurt
Sitting here
Cutting
Letting the blood flow
Releases some of my hurt.

****** mess
What happens
When I get carried away
The blade has a mind of its own
One cut turns into twenty.

I need to
Make that final cut
The one that brings sweet relief
Ends the anger and hurt.
NitaAnn
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NitaAnn  Land of Nightmares
(Land of Nightmares)   
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