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My Cuts

I noticed something today
As i looked in the mirror
I have lost control again
My cuts are more frequent
They are deeper
In better hidden places
In more painful spots
Less unwanted
More greeted with hope
Hope they'll help
Hope they'll make it better
Make every problem, fear, or worry just dissapear
Hope that they will heal the pain as they turn to scars
Scars that will last a lifetime
For me it's a small price to pay
Because it makes the pain go away

My Cuts

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