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A Cut
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Sad\Depressing Poems a sharp deep cut
done with a blade
for every mistake
i ever made
that dark red release
for everytime i needed peace
that red that trickled
down an arm or a knee..
was there because..
i hated me
Depressing.
There are other things much worse than just mistakes.
Be thankful you're not dying of AIDs or starving.
I hate ungreatful people. You probably have a great life in comparison to many people.