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Cutting/darkness/dying
I feel the razor on my skin
It feels ever so sweet as it cuts in my arm
The arm is such a delciate place to cut, but so are my legs and my stomach
I cut where no one can see
I cut when I am alone
I cut when I am in darkness
I cut when i no longer care
Which is a great deal here as of late.
I cut, to cut, I feel the pain edeging away
When I cut, it takes some of the pain away.
I cut to make it go away.
So far it is working.
