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    cutting

    when that cold blade first hits the skin
    it already starts to feel better
    with all the hairs standing up on my arms
    and then with a little force pressing down and then to drag it along
    the blood begins to flow
    ahhhh . . .that red line of so much pain
    just flowing out
    as i do it again and again,  line after line
    it's like my arm starts to go numb
    the tingling sensation surrounds
    and that's when i just sit there
    on a high of extacy
    i feel relieved
    sometimes the pain of life is just to much for me
    but the pain my blade brings, relieves
    and i feel much better
    living week by week
    on a high only cutters can understand
    the pain feels so good as it hurts, and
    i bleed

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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