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Probably more beautiful
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Another poem I wrote during my cutting days...
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I wrote this shitz a long time ago
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Just a strange little poem
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About self injury. I don't cut, I used to though, I wrote this when I was a cutter
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nothing is leftI try to openmy eyes and see what isn'tthere butthere is a dark black cage cloakingmy eyes, mysoul, myheart, everythingthat is slowlytu..
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standing here
alone and waiting
cold soft, muscles
angry undernearth
the dim moonight and
the slow fade of the
glistening moon as
silver rain..
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Do I exist? Or am I just fragments of dust scattered here and there? Everything that will never happen flickers and fades, you electrify me, and then ..
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I am standing as I fall
and no one will catch me, I walk silently out the door
holding on to small moments, a glimmer of hope when I look in your ey..
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They say, you’re just a girl,
they see you walking out there,
protein bar in hand, and they say you’re
just a girl, another wannabee, ..
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