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I set here looking at my scarred skin;
Knowing it was a horrible skin.
Gash after gash;
Slash after slash.
Sliding the razorblade;
Feeling the buildup fade.
As the tears stream down my face;
I thank god im no longer in that place.
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Jessayyybearrrposted on 04/26/2007
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