I want to go back,
Back in time.
When cutting meant,
Stealing a spot in line.
Because to me it means,
Sliding the knife down my wrist.
Its a powerful urge,
That I cant resist.
It leaves ugly marks on my arms,
And shows everyone my life.
To me cutting means,
Being addicted to the knife.
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