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Physical
She drew the blade across her arm again,
This time it was different.
It wasn't a release of pent-up pain,
She deserved it.
Falling for another's honey-baited line,
Shetook to it like a bee.
That stupid " I love you"
It was not supposed to be meaning-less.
Not said for sadistic purposes.
With no truth behind it,
Her entire world fell.
It wouldn't happen again,
She changed, hardened.
Into a stone statue,
Untouchable, unchangable, not affected by anything.
That's why the physical cut is ignored,
The emotional one is too deep,
For her to notice any other.
