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It's like a sleeping pill

I press the small knife to my skin

I feel a wash of calm

I'm no longer jittery

I'm no longer anxious

I close my eyes

Listen to the music play

As I feel the pain

I don't bleed, but my skin turns red

You won't even see it

But I'll still feel it

I feel the calm

It's like a sleeping pill