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Apr 15
I took the blade
Sharp and deadly

I pressed it to my skin,
sliced it across
Over and over

Till the blood pooled out my arm
Leaving a deep long crater

The skin gone, cut off
Showing the pale white under-skin beneath

As I bled more than I ever knew possible
Just a short poem about some personal stuff.
TW. S.H
Written by
Soul-in-poetry  Gender Fluid
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