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Silvers Bite

As crimson drops hit the spoiled cotton I breath a sigh of relief
lying back in a feeling of ecstasy and strange peace in the chaos of my thoughts.
I drag the blade again over the fair skin, innocence now marked with sorrow.
I taste the bite of silver and the familiar pain ceases, only for a little while.

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