Jaxx
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Copyright, Jaxx
Carving is my talent,
I use it to get me by.
The sharp blade against my skin,
It feels unreal as I sit on the ground.
Slowly and oh so gently I bring my hand down,
Across my arm,
Slashes begin,
1 and 2 and three.
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