One cut, two cut, three cut, four,
I'm the one you found bloody on the floor
I place the plaster onto my skin
Hoping it erases my awful sins
I walk away to fix the mess
But the feelings are still there more or less
I should've stopped before I did
But I now have things I cannot rid
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Quotes and poems
Short StoryA series of quotes some are triggering so read at your own risk
