Bleeding
my pen cuts me
deep
blood spills
drenching the page
with my self
with the very liquid
that gives me life
seeping into every pore
transferring my life
to paper
memories to tangible material
emotions to words
mind in another place
reliving pain and euphoria
I cut myself
and I bleed life
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