"Hey you okay?"
I've punched the tree until my knuckles have bled.
I've stitched my thighs up with needle and thread.
I've cut my arms until there is nowhere else to cut.
I call myself things no one should.
I'm always wearing my black hood.
I breath in through my teeth Anytime my arm is touched.
I don't talk all that much.
When I speak my words are usually bitter and sour.
But
"I'm fine"
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