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- Parts 11
- Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2017
It's the pleasure I feel, not the pain.
In the moment when the knife pierces through my skin, and the scarlet red liquid trickles down my wrist; I feel reckless, I feel brave
~ These are poems of a girl
Who painted pain and depression away.
Her one and only wish in life was to,
Cut depression instead of depression cutting her.
By: Kalypso
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- W H A T IFWed, Jan 18, 2017
- L O N L E YTue, Jun 23, 2020
- T H A T G I R LSun, Jan 22, 2017
- L A S T N I G H TSun, Jul 14, 2019
- H O W M U C H L O N G E RSat, Feb 4, 2017
- I' M S O R R YSun, May 28, 2017
- T E L L M E S I S T E RFri, Jun 16, 2017
- Y O U D O N' T K N O WFri, Jul 28, 2017
- I'M S I N K I N GTue, Apr 25, 2017
- C A N V A S O F W O U N D SFri, Apr 7, 2017
- S T R I N G SSat, Jul 29, 2017
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