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Red looks good Running down my skin that is.. I shouldn't cut But, I need release Sobs wracking my body Heavy breathing Chest feels empty I feel empty.. just a shell No substance, But all these unwanted emotions I need release Throat hoarse and raw Guilty fingers shaking Again.. Hot tears threaten to escape I need release Just one tiny cut Please? Or maybe a few I need release One slit, then two That familiar sting That familiar red Uncontrollable sobs
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
Release
Red looks good Running down my skin that is.. I shouldn't cut But, I need release Sobs wracking my body Heavy breathing Chest feels empty I feel empty.. just a shell No substance, But all these unwanted emotions I need release Throat hoarse and raw Guilty fingers shaking Again.. Hot tears threaten to escape I need release Just one tiny cut Please? Or maybe a few I need release One slit, then two That familiar sting That familiar red Uncontrollable sobs
aunah
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
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