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I Grab My Blade

I grab my blade
And stare at it blankly
Gripping it tightly
Between my thumb
And index finger
SLASH
I don't feel my wrist
Slice open on impact
Instead I simply smile
And repeat the movement
Until my skin is painted red
drip, drip, drip
I look down
At the canvas
Called my arm
I'm happy now
I'm free at last
Written by GothicQueen666 (Jaimee-Leigh)
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