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Love can be painful.

But pain can also be lovely.

My life seems dreary and dull,

And most of all, lonely.

I cry myself to sleep almost every night.

I feel much lonelier, yet safer in the dark.

On the inside, it's raging, an eternal fight.

My heart, from loneliness, is broken apart.

One slice, two slices, three slices, four.

I pause a second, then I cut some more.

You can hate me, judge me, spit on me but,

Just remember some of those actions will result in a cut.

I can name all of my cuts, one for you and others who hurt me.

If you were in my place, and I in yours, how would that be?

I hope you can understand the source of my grief and pain,

And why I can go without a blade at my side when I sleep.

Since I started, I was never. Ever. The same.

But shhhh. This is a secret you must keep.

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