To Cut...Cut, cut feel the burn of metal gliding along the skin… Releasing the pain of today and yesterday… No one else in control of you anymore… Only you… No one can hurt you anymore… Only you will control when the pain comes and goes…
Releasing the pain of today and yesterday… Doesn’t it feel good to be in control of your own destiny?
Please note: This is not meant to endorse "cutting" Poem
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