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These scars are my battle wounds a reward after a long troubled battle with myself but I won in the end a symbolic trophy that my struggle is nowhere near over I am left with the scars scars where once a crimson red river flowed from them scars healing over making dams barricading the red monster under them to feel the sting of the blade in my hands once more a natural high the dams don't stand a chance against my new weapon of mass destruction they will crumble and open at the very touch of the metal to skin they have to I have to feel that sensation once again let the dams break open and the war begin.
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
Battle Wounds
These scars are my battle wounds a reward after a long troubled battle with myself but I won in the end a symbolic trophy that my struggle is nowhere near over I am left with the scars scars where once a crimson red river flowed from them scars healing over making dams barricading the red monster under them to feel the sting of the blade in my hands once more a natural high the dams don't stand a chance against my new weapon of mass destruction they will crumble and open at the very touch of the metal to skin they have to I have to feel that sensation once again let the dams break open and the war begin.
cutting. my experience.
alicia-d-clarke
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
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