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Self-Harm


The red scratches

Across your wrist

Cut me as much as you

I don't know you

I don't know why I care

I don't understand

But I'd take the blade

From your hand

And wash it down the drain.

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aly_young
<p>Love this poem! I would hope you are taking part in SI Awareness day this March 1st.... Wear orange to show your love!</p>

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