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I stand there watching me

As I cry.

Alone watching myself,

Pulling out the knife.

The numbness I feel,

Is completely unreal.

I run the blade gently over me.

Am I still alive?

Or has my soul died?

As I eye my blood coming out,

I know I can still thrive.

Soul to soul,

Body to body,

I'm back inside of me.

Lick the blood off my arm,

Taste my life on my tongue