Have you ever felt the tips of a serrated blade
Every dip sending a pulse down your spine
I look for that exhilarated feeling now
Being clean is hard but hiding cuts was even harder
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Black Water Rose
PoetryDeep poems for the wandering, the lost, and those who are in between
Exhilaration
Have you ever felt the tips of a serrated blade
Every dip sending a pulse down your spine
I look for that exhilarated feeling now
Being clean is hard but hiding cuts was even harder