I want it again
The feel of it
across my skin
slick and smooth
release the red
caress my rage
feel my pain
the only thing that is real
cover up my scars
so you will never see then
you won’t understand
why I have to do this
My soul that he did steal
is still in his iron grip
He won’t give it back
my mind is his to keep, I wish that I were stronger
So I made the cut
I am his no longer
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