Yet another depressing poem. :D - Wait, that isn't the right emoticon for this poem.. :( That's more like it! :D
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Little Cuts
It all started from small little cuts,
Before she went self-harming nuts.
She only wanted to know how her friend felt each night,
Little did she know, her choice wasn't right.
One slide of the blade, did the trick,
she felt the pain, sharper than a thorn prick.
"This is it" she told herself, had she been wrong.
She returned to the blade. The temptation was strong.
Another slit, shouldn't hurt right?
She grasped the blade extremely tight.
Now her arms are bruised and scarred,
For which they had been slit and deeply parred.
It all starts from one cut, trust me,
Once you make that cut, you can no longer flee.
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Don't make that first cut.
Thankyou @ChasingDreams143 once again for the beautiful cover on the right! Woowzers!
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