Cuts

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The pain is real

Freeing

Essential

Maybe if I keep at it, I'll wither away

I have scars on my wrists

My legs

My hands

I do it to let the mental pain go

It works

It takes all the power in me to not scream in pain

And now I have a gun in my hand

With hundreds of people walking around me

Should I use it?

Yes

But do I shoot them

Or me?

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