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Remnants of self-mutilation

cover my arm

thin white lines

of garded bliss

and will's abandoned

for but a moment.



Lines fading so slowly

my blade abandoned,

tossed away

and left with memories

and explainations I can't give

for all this confusion.



And I am confused

so utterly, complete

temptations strong

to find the bliss again

deep red bubbling across my skin

patterns of my pain.



The temptation strong

I hold back reluctantly

to keep my promise

no more cutting

to ease the pain

the end of bliss.