Cuts

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Trigger warning ⚠: self harm
                             Cutting
                             Blood
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One cut, it pains but, not more that it already did.

Two cuts, I know that, I'll always be a misfit.

Three cuts, blood pours out, giving me a strange comfort.

Four cuts, my skin wrecks into a familiar pattern of defeat.


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