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the blade slices through my skin and it
feels so good
so good
so right and that red stuff flows
from the slit and
i watch as it pools
it pools
in the cut, and it dives over the
rim and i cry, not from pain,
oh no, the cutting doesn't hurt
me anymore, i can't feel
can't feel
that way anymore it's sad
i lost all care about myself
my body has no worth except
to house my broken
broken
soul.