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| Burning pain in my arms Stops the burning tears, Slicing the skin calms my doubts, And helps ease my fears. The anger is so strong at times And my pain becomes too much And I long to feel the calmness Of the knifes forgiving, tender touch. As I watch, my blood pours, my sanity soars And I long to feel the pain once more. To those who may not do this, I probably sound insane, But it's the only way I know how To ease the blinding pain. |
| ~The author's name has been with held |
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