(3) Hopeless Stings
One straight cut down the line to release what I feel Little beads of crimson red to show I'm still alive
The familiar feel of the burn as it starts to sting
Every new design tells a story with no spoken words
Etched in my skin the scars will remain to remind me
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Number three of seven. I once knew someone who would try different ways to take their mind off of bad things. Sometimes it wasn't always an ideal way.
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