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Stick and stones may break my bones but cutting makes me bleed. The warm red liquid flows down my arm it's just the relief I need. Silver metal that shines so bright has become my only friend So I'll tear my flesh apart till the very end.                                      S.B.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Silver Metal
Stick and stones may break my bones but cutting makes me bleed. The warm red liquid flows down my arm it's just the relief I need. Silver metal that shines so bright has become my only friend So I'll tear my flesh apart till the very end.                                      S.B.
the silver blade was the only way that i knew i was still alive...
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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