First Time

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Starting the school year,

I began to cut

Found a way of relieving all the stress

And escaping moments

I've never cut

To the point of blood

Until today.

As I watched the blood draw from my wrist

I saw the depressed memories

The screaming matches

The depressed evenings alone

I saw every moment

And cried.

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