Canvas
The sting
The pain
The tears
All because of the blade
Its my weakness
My Enemy
Its My key
You think it hurts
Nope! Its just a tiny sting.
I say just one
But one turns to two
Two turns to five
Five turns to ten
soon all I remember
Is the sting
I dont remeber the blade
I dont recall the pain
I recall the depression
But then I crave
the feeling
the hurt
the blade
I crave the coolpinch
as i slide
that once perfect blade
Against my once
Scar free skin
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Me
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