Day 4

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              Stick and stones
          May break my bones
    But cutting makes me bleed

          The warm red liquid
          Flows down my wrist
      It's just the relief I need.

                Sliver metal
         That shines so bright
      Has become my only friend

                  So I'll tear
               My flesh apart
            Until the very end.
                     

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