The Cuts

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The first cut on my arm hurts.
It makes me bleed so much,
this first cut almost stops me ,almost.
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The second cut is twice as long.
It sends pain shooting up my arm,
as more blood rushes down my pale skin.
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Cuts three,four,and five are easy.
By this time the pain feels good
the blood makes my heart race with joy.
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The last two cuts take me over the edge.
My arm is covered in scarlet red blood.
Cuts that once hurt are now a sweet release.