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Blade
It hurts, why couldn’t I stop the blade?
Why would it not cut? I did not bleed
I just watched it curve, why couldn’t I
Find the strength to press harder, why
Couldn’t I find the strength to stop it?
It Doesn’t hurt, why do I feel nothing?
It hurts, or does it, I don’t know, It
Hurts not knowing.
Why would it not cut? I did not bleed
I just watched it curve, why couldn’t I
Find the strength to press harder, why
Couldn’t I find the strength to stop it?
It Doesn’t hurt, why do I feel nothing?
It hurts, or does it, I don’t know, It
Hurts not knowing.
Published 10th May 2012
| Edited 12th May 2012
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12th May 2012 6:28am
12th May 2012 6:36am
thank you
i wrote from my own expirence
about how we question ourselves constantly
and continue to confuse ourselves
i wrote from my own expirence
about how we question ourselves constantly
and continue to confuse ourselves
26th Jan 2013 6:59am
