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The nails at the ends of my fingers Are a different kind of blade They aren't ice cold or sharp But I bleed just the same The scratches on my arms Are from a different kind of pain It isn't deep and firey But the scars still remain
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
Scars
The nails at the ends of my fingers Are a different kind of blade They aren't ice cold or sharp But I bleed just the same The scratches on my arms Are from a different kind of pain It isn't deep and firey But the scars still remain
#scars#bleed#scratch#selfharm
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Inspired_Quill
19/F/USA
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
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