It may not be a perfect line
The sharp blade cuts my skin easily
One follows another
And another
Blood runs from the thin red lines on my arm
I'm to numb to relise what I'm doing
Another...
And another
Another another after that
Until I can't stop
A tear runs down my face like a raging river
Then I think ...
What a relif...Pain........
 
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