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One Cut


Who says one cut is a problem it's just on little incision doctors make them all the time right? just one little cut upon my slender arm it can't hurt me like they can one drop of blood falls into the sink the pain is nothing compared to how I hurt him the pain I cause myself is nothing to worry about I only cause the amount needed to make up for what I have done to others one little cut across my arm it can't be a problem doctors do it all the time this one little cut has become a scar maybe I should make a few more a few little cuts I make upon my slender arm they can't harm me like I’ve harmed them these small little cuts that line my arm why won't this one stop bleeding? When did my arm become so scared? my arm looked smooth and soft just a year before there is no way one little cut could have done this much harm doctors do it all the time just one little cut cannot cover an entire arm Oh no! I see my friend has just one little cut upon her slender arm it can't harm her doctors do it all the time she says if doctors do it all the time why am I going to her funeral with scars that line my arm and a small razor blade for that one little cut later on it can't do much harm doctors do it all the time...
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