THE GIRL WHO CUTS HER FINGERS


There was a girl with curly hair
She hid in her world and hid that world.

Whenever she failed herself
She couldn't hurt her heart,instead
Started cutting her fingers.

She made new cuts while cuts made deep scars,
With those fading stories inside.

On a day of full moon,she cut a scar.
The pain was intense
than the ones she had before.

Since then,
she stopped making cuts.
Fearing, others can deepen them
whenever they wish to.

Whether to scroll a line and bury,
Or to let heart ache and free,
she made a choice.

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