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One cut..two cuts..

One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four...
Blood beginning to drip
Onto the floor.
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts
Eight...
I can never run away
From this self-hate
Nine cuts
Ten cuts
Then no more skin
And I can tell that I didn't win..
One breath
Two breaths
Three breaths
None.
It would've ended sooner if I had a gun.
Written by DarkCatalyst
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