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I put the blade to my arm and slide it across.

I feel the blood pulse out,

And watch it stain my skin.

Ruined, imperfect,

Now ill always be so.

I feed the addiction,

And open it some more.

The hurt runs down my arm,

All the way to my blue fingertips.

Stained i will always be.

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