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Running out of room
Till now I've been bluffing
always knew I was capable
there's a fresh scarlet sting
and I cant tell what's more comforting yet
the tiny gaps of red
or the movement of my wrist
as it pulls away
thigh lines trace the stretch marks I've always hated
there's reality
then this bloodier alteration I've made for myself here
I know I'll run out of room eventually
but then I know it's time to start a fresh
new canvas or new aim
part of me has already resolved
that if I run out of room
I've run out of time too
and the concreteness of my swelling
will only lead me to that place
where I can
and there is darkness
that won't judge me for being
and if I'm worthless
who cares
and what's the damage done
when there's none left to do.
always knew I was capable
there's a fresh scarlet sting
and I cant tell what's more comforting yet
the tiny gaps of red
or the movement of my wrist
as it pulls away
thigh lines trace the stretch marks I've always hated
there's reality
then this bloodier alteration I've made for myself here
I know I'll run out of room eventually
but then I know it's time to start a fresh
new canvas or new aim
part of me has already resolved
that if I run out of room
I've run out of time too
and the concreteness of my swelling
will only lead me to that place
where I can
and there is darkness
that won't judge me for being
and if I'm worthless
who cares
and what's the damage done
when there's none left to do.
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