United States
35° 31' 23.016" N, 80° 25' 17.49" W

One cut that’s all I need just one
One turns into two and three
Then I hope I’m done,
But my mind had to disagree

My vision starts to blur
And I start to shake
I think this is because of her
Then I think this was a mistake

I start to pass out
And later my mom comes in
Then she starts to shout
She saw the cuts upon my skin

I thought I need that one more cut,
But now I wish I could go back and uncut.

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