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I used to draw lines on my skin.

they were straight and thin

with red tears dripping through them.

They made me happy somehow unexplainable.

I would put them in places you could never see.

so that you wouldn't ask about them to me.

because it was unexplainable to others,

but now it's unexplainable to me.

I used to tell no one about them,

but some how I found cruelty in my heart to tell him.

They found out some other way.

but he taught me the world is more than what I was reaching for.

I'm not the only one in pain.

I'm not the only one insane.

We've all been through it.

I made a promise.

to never do that again.

but those are only words.

words are not the point.

the point is that I'm done.