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This is a poem i wrote about cutting.. read and rate please!!! |
| Sweet Satisfaction
Holding it in my hand, I lay still... Clenching my fist tightly, I bring it down. Pulling it from one end to the other. The blood bubbles out. Slowly it bubbles... giving, Sweet Satisfaction. My emotions spill out. External pain. Something I'll always keep. Sweet Satisfaction. ~Ariesgurl |