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Sharp

Knives

Copyright, Sharp

Dry and scabbed over,these wounds will heal
these tiny scars are all but ideal
long sleaves in summer shall hide my pain
but naught can hide my pain

i fear my thoughts as i lie here in bed
it is the only control over what is in my head
in my mind these things arise
nothing can help me but these god damned knives

 

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