i still remember the feeling
of the metal against my flesh
of the skin slicing open
of my veins letting out
of the red drops becoming larger
and dripping down my arm
i still remember, though faintly,
the race of my heart
as i committed my sin
and came alive inside
i still remember
that memories stay in the past
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