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SELF HARM


Even though it’s easier to cut up my binder  

I rather cut open my arms 

And what watch blood drip down onto the bathroom floor 

Even though I could burn paper  

I rather burn my thighs to a crisp 

Because the pain lets me finally feel something 

And when my teacher asked what happened I just say, "I got hurt in the dark. 

 

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