Relief
Obsessed with that thin red lineWanting more just to see them flow
No pain comes with them anymore
Just a dull sense of lost pride
I'm ashamed of it, yet I can't stop
It takes away the pain that is hidden by my mask
They're hidden so well that you cannot see
But I know they're there because they're raw and sore
It only creates more pain after
But I can't seem to stop
Because at those moments I find relief
And I don't want it to stop
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