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jacque Curtis

Sidney New york
Friday, May 21, 2010

Confessions Of A Cutter

Rating: 5.0
Silence
Only tears
As i press the blade
Against my skin

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction
As i feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

Anguish
As i realize what i've done
I feel accomplishment
As i gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do i.
jacque Curtis
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