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Alive Again
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DESPAIR I run the blade on my skin
So cold, but my skin burns
I penetrate the skin
Ah, I'm alive again
Making more slices
Marks of my weak mind
As I cry blood through these
My eyes glaze over
I remember this feeling
Relief, sorrow.
Beads of crimson
Dark as death
Arise from the cuts
I feel none of these
But the first mark
It's been a year
Ah, I'm alive again
I can breathe again
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