Calling

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The blade Is calling, what blade?

The knife?

The sharpner?

The razor?

The scissors?

They all fail to pierce my skin

Why won't anything make me bleed?

I need to feel the blade on my skin

I need to see the blood on my arm

I need to know that I am alive

I need to feel something

They may Fail to pierce the skin but at least they leave a scar

How long will it last?

A week?

A day?

A month?

Who knows

When they disappear I will make more, maybe before

The calling of the blade will never cease to exist

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