Cuts

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Thick warm blood runs through my fingers

Genuine happiness and safety lingers

The numbness I feel can no longer hide

So I watch as the terror and anguish subside

The string of loneliness and sorrow frays

As the calming river of assurance stays

As the ocean of darkness washes over me

And the razor blade slices, I can finally see

That I am real and I am me

And I am useless as can be

Freak
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