Cut Poem by Rachel Byrum

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The feel of the cool metal
Against my freezing palms
The metallic of my blood
The shaking of my palms
The red oozes out
Pooling all around
Until you cannot find me
I'm surrounded by all my fears
Encircled by all that I hate
Just waiting for this pain
To finally dissipate

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