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Cuts of Death and more Death
I feel the knife scraping on my arm
I feel the blade cutting
I feelt the pain leaving, when a new one takes it place
this feels so much better, I can see the blood dripping on the floor,
The tiles are starting to trun a crimson red with all of my blood.
I can feel the knife, cutting a second cut on my arm, not my wrist, for I want it done correctly.
The blood flows so free, that it makes me feel light headed.
I can feel the darkness start to take over..
