knife

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By Acerbated

slicing through flesh causing the pain of a thousand days of emptyness built up and yet the pain is welcomed realising the pain of those days of being stuck in a world where no one cares about you your life your needs your feelings until you do something to catch there attention something that makes you stand out like talent integligence or special needs like injuries like the one the knie is making today tomorrow and yesterday

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June 7, 2006 03:15Faith

So many poems about cutting... what is the draw of it i wonder?