Self-Harm

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Do't be frightened, come with me. 

I'll numb your pain, and your misery.

You've hidden me for so long somehow.

I'm quiet certain I will spread,

More and more you have bled.

I'm more than an addiction, it's plain to see, 

You're never going to get through your recovery.

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