One more cut, one more slice.
Seeping over the edges.
Warm and sweet.
Designs and lines.
Ugly to most.
Beautiful to me.
I never feel the pain.
Maybe a pinch or a sting.
A scar to replace.
A slight burning sensation.
My hand going numb.
Re-opening the cuts.
In more pain than I can imagine.
Please don't judge.
Just understand.
This is my escape.
The only real thing I can feel.
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