Survivor
I am many things
but most of all
I am a survivor
and I will stand tall
I cut once upon a time
across my wrists hoping
to find a restful place
it was my method of coping
it started with one cut
that became many more
the final one
had me knocking on death's door
I was a walking death wish
but as I am still alive
I am a survivor
and now I will thrive
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