Poem

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I am not ashamed of my scars they are a part of me they are battle wounds from a fight with a monster named depression I pick up the blade and cut to let go of the pain First my wrist then my thigh sometimes even my lip it gives me a high Don't stop till I see red sometimes I don't stop till I feel dead I am screaming I'm crying out can't you see the monsters the demons they follow me the scars will always be a part of me just like the blade ~a cutter(aka me)

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