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Cut
Drawing blood as I cry,
it feels so good,
oh so good.
The cuts are healing, time to
cut again.
Draw up old scars,
reveal new wounds,
new blood.
Relief,
I found out it exists,
but only when I'm cut,
bleeding,
relieving myself,
a selfish act.
Wounds are healing,
time to cut
again.
Time to draw up old blood,
but my razor is gone.
Where is it?
Where
did it go?
I'll use a box cutter, or a knife.
I'll relieve myself.
I'll relieve
myself.
it feels so good,
oh so good.
The cuts are healing, time to
cut again.
Draw up old scars,
reveal new wounds,
new blood.
Relief,
I found out it exists,
but only when I'm cut,
bleeding,
relieving myself,
a selfish act.
Wounds are healing,
time to cut
again.
Time to draw up old blood,
but my razor is gone.
Where is it?
Where
did it go?
I'll use a box cutter, or a knife.
I'll relieve myself.
I'll relieve
myself.
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