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She cut like the cheap kind of steel;

the kind that you have to take a deep breath and repeatedly saw into flesh with.

She ran like the blood down my wrist and she splattered herself like the B positive across my floor

she stung like the "20 minutes after" and she lingered like the scars.

I find her buried deep inside me and realize I’ve forgotten that I am not as shallow as I seem.

There are traces of her everywhere like finding glass weeks after a car accident.

She hurts as bad as holding a hot flame to my skin but she is just as addicting.

She is the most enticing pain I can cause to myself and I am in love with how she hurts


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