Why

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Why did I just do that

Why did my eye catch the point of something metal 

Why did I feel the need to bring it to my skin

Sure, no blood was drawn

But the welts will last for days

Why did I etch those all familiar tally marks once more onto my hip

Hasn't that bit of skin felt enough pain

Why did I do that

I thought I was happy

I thought I wouldn't need to do that again

Why did I etch my pain into my skin

Each tally

For a year my parents have been divorced

I made these tallies twice to resemble the years I felt my father's betrayal

Why in all the sciences did I do this

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