All it takes is a single cut,Not too deep but almost enough.The pain consuming my soul,Shifts to the pain I can now hold. The beginning is rough,A pressure that soon won’t be enough.So I do it again and again,Until I no longer feel that pain.The cuts become deeper as my soul weeps once more,The temptation far too good to ignore. Temptation far too good to ignore.Temptation far too good to...
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