Cutting
By cat_winters
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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The blood stained knife
is cast aside
red rivers replacing,
tears left uncried.
There's scars on my arms
which i can't hide
reminding me of the troubled time
when I nearly died.
A handful of tablets preceed
an ambulance ride
when I tried to cure
this pain inside
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