Sitting in a corner.....all by myself.....
so....cold.....
I pick up my little buddy,
place it to my skin....
the metal is cold on my skin....
I pull the blade down my skin....
warmth rises,from the abyss of the cut,
warmth running down my arm,
finally warmth....
drop the blade....
all I can do is cry....
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