Cut once more, leave another scar,
so you will remember exactly how you felt.
But I don't want to remember,
I can't keep remembering-
He raped me, he broke me, he stole me. So I cut me.
I pick up the blade to silence my pain, my body's numb.
I slightly hear sirens before I slowly lost contact with myself-
Gone, but the cycle didn't end.
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