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This was another one of the poems I wrote when I used to cut.
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This was another one of the poems I wrote when I used to cut.

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Submitted: June 01, 2012

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Submitted: June 01, 2012

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My wrists wrapped in barbed wire.

My Heart locked in a cage, somewhere

Very Far Away.

Where it just continues to grow colder

and older.

Scars turn gray

But still remind of the pain.

Trying to find my way

But no exit to the damnèd place.

 

 

 

 


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