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Seeing Red
Contributed by
chlois
on
Monday, 7th December 2009 @ 08:31:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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The warmth of the metal in my hand.
The sting of pleasure on my wrist.
The torn skin dripping red.
The floor catching the drops of blood.
The pink scar shining bright.
Its not a choice to see.
Red, is a way of life to me.
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2009-12-07 20:31:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Seeing Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by blackroses_bleedinghearts on
Wednesday, 9th December 2009 @ 06:24:57 PM AEST (User
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it used to be my way of life. now i'm trying to leave that life behind and start again.
you painted old memories into my brain. nicely done |
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