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The deeper I get,
The better it helps.
Why is this so?
I ask myself.

The cuts burst out
With silenced screams.
Soon they'll heal up
To just a seam.

But reopened they become
after twenty-four hours.
I can't hold it in.
It has too much power.

So, deep I push it,
The blade digs in.
It'll help for a while,
Until I need it again.

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