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The blade penetrates the skin
Blood finds its way to the surface, glad to be free
Needing relief you do it again
Your body numb
The hot liquid leaves a trail as it travels down
Little control is left
The blade sharp as ever cuts the skin
More and more
Control long gone

You carve hurtful truths into your arms
Pain sweet pain like a hidden ecstasy
Takes you away
You lie down your eye sight kind of swirly
Almost dead now
Your breath hitches
As you meet the grim reaper
The light leaves your eyes
Your body cold and pale
The demons inside your head
The ones you tried to defeat
Lay you to rest
One last time

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