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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - just a poem i wrote.
see the blood rush from your veins, don't know why but you love the pain. all the anger, all the hurt, everything you bare, it just makes it worse. parents are ignorant, teachers are blind, the cuts will leave scars over time. your trapped in this addiction, this disease you created. can't escape no matter how long you've tried and waited. this monster is your own, your body is the bleeding ground for its dark home. no place for emotions, just pain. cutting so much your going insane. your arms are covered like a tattered shirt. the scars are forever with you. so much now it doesn't even hurt. just numbness all around. together you and a razor think you have found, and escape but its just a deeper way in. there is no escape from this terrible sin. the addiction will eat you alive, first your arms and then your thighs. it takes your soul, your dignity and life. turns it against you with a beautiful knife.
--cutting is like an addiction. once you start there is no stopping.
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