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As the urges get stronger,

I pick up my blade,

make sure my roommate is out

some scars have fade.

 

I use it against my arm,

hoping no one will see.

The demons who tear me inside,

finally let me be.

 

As the blood runs out,

the pain leaves my mind.

Sadness disappears,

but still happiness I still don't find.

 

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