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ink not blood

December 22, 2012
By Anonymous

My pain takes over
sharp point fills my hand
with shaking hands, a racing mind
my skin turns red, fullfilling demands

My thoughts disappear
my fears fall away
This time they wont come back
Within the next day

I've become stronger
With each passing day
A pen fills my hand
Instead of a blade


The author's comments:
When me and my friend promised each other we would stop cutting, this is how we did it. We wrote a song lyric on our wrist that meant something to us, and it worked! I'm better now

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