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Three Hundred Fourteen
written by SuperBob06:35 PM 7/13/04I held that blade for so long yesterday
Closing my hand around it
Hoping it would just pierce my skin
On its own it only dug into the flesh
I wondered if it would break my skin
It never did...Not until I took control
I started slashing at my hand
Small cuts...but deep
Not just a few times
But twenty-eight
When I was done...oh how it stung
But the blood that dripped made it all seem fine |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
hadnt cut for nineteen days...then on the day that would hae been twenty, yesterday, i started up again
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