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I've substituted One dysfunctional PAIN For one That's immensely Productive Using the cold Sharp Blade to Slice my skin Wide open To let the Hot Blood gush Free Leaving lumpy Atrocious Scars That hold Discouraging Memories Will never happen again Because I've become Addicted to Permanently Sewing ink Into my body To Display an image Of who I am Inside Show it On the outside Like a canvas Of abstract compositions Equal repercussions But A positive Release of emotions I do not regret Any Of the permanent markings On my skin But I am Proud To have found Such a rewarding Alternative For if I did not go And get The words of my conscious Sewn across my chest I would Still be Sitting on the Floor Carving names Into my flesh Leaving hideous Wounds By crossing Them out One painful Accomplishing Addition After another Leaves me with An emotion That's full of relief A proud Uplifting energy To build optimism Something that Won't cause Tears To stain my face When looked back upon Something that I can be absolute About Something that I don't have to Hide from people Something that I can Show off And express Myself Openly Something that Holds nostalgic Memories To bring Not tears of sadness But tears Of pure Bliss
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
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I've substituted One dysfunctional PAIN For one That's immensely Productive Using the cold Sharp Blade to Slice my skin Wide open To let the Hot Blood gush Free Leaving lumpy Atrocious Scars That hold Discouraging Memories Will never happen again Because I've become Addicted to Permanently Sewing ink Into my body To Display an image Of who I am Inside Show it On the outside Like a canvas Of abstract compositions Equal repercussions But A positive Release of emotions I do not regret Any Of the permanent markings On my skin But I am Proud To have found Such a rewarding Alternative For if I did not go And get The words of my conscious Sewn across my chest I would Still be Sitting on the Floor Carving names Into my flesh Leaving hideous Wounds By crossing Them out One painful Accomplishing Addition After another Leaves me with An emotion That's full of relief A proud Uplifting energy To build optimism Something that Won't cause Tears To stain my face When looked back upon Something that I can be absolute About Something that I don't have to Hide from people Something that I can Show off And express Myself Openly Something that Holds nostalgic Memories To bring Not tears of sadness But tears Of pure Bliss
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
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