Wrists

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Scarred...
Hurting...
Deep...
Feeling the blood trickle down
down the arm
drip
drip
drip
running like thick water
my lip trembles and i wonder
"How could I do this?"
-E.G.

Sorry its so short there is a part 2 to this poem tho


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