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[sid] => 110503
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Inside Workings of a Cutter
[time] => 2005-11-28 06:50:41
[hometext] => Please feel free to tell me what you think!
[bodytext] => Sitting in my bedroom I think of all the pain And remember all the doom Sitting, staring at the bloodstain I remember when I was all alone No one to help me and no one to save me The sharpness of my pain could’ve cut through stone My best friend was a razorblade times three I’m dark, cold, angry and mean And I’m crushed at the bottom of the chain On the outside I appear bubbly and keen But just scratch the surface and release the pain As I slide the razorblade across my hand I stand there and watch the blood run free I feel no pain but I can barely stand And as I smear the blood, I can be me That’s the inside workings of a cutter It’s me they despise And I begin to stutter But my whole life’s a disguise [comments] => 2 [counter] => 532 [topic] => 72 [informant] => demonika_911 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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