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January 15, 2014
Dont, I say, dont.
My hands itch, seeking my bare skin.
I tremble, the reflection of the blade cutting into my eye.
My fingers linger in the air, helplessly.
I strain away, but I am pulled closer everytime.
I can feel it dripping now, dripping onto my bed.
Leaving marks of pain and sorrow, scars of hatred.
The pain bites at my soul, a soul so broken, I can barely feel it anymore.
No, I whisper, no.
© Anonymous
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