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Missing the feel Of a blade on my wrist. Missing the sting Of where the metal has kissed. But I'm over six months clean And my friends are finally proud. I guess I'll push this down some more To keep these voices from getting loud.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
The Struggle to Stay Clean
Missing the feel Of a blade on my wrist. Missing the sting Of where the metal has kissed. But I'm over six months clean And my friends are finally proud. I guess I'll push this down some more To keep these voices from getting loud.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
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