Cut
Sliding easily across my wristever smoothly through the skin
feeling searing, biting pain
then see the line pumped by the vein
tickling, trickling down my arm
blacking out, the body's alarm
but that point is far away
so I sit here in the rain
rivers pouring out of me
as I slowly cease to be
cold steel rips through my flesh
as I inhale my last breath
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