Cuts
She stopped cutting her wrist
She started cutting her thighs
The lies
"No, I don't cut anymore"
Tell that to the blood on the floor
Sometimes, she hopes
the cut will go to deep
One time is all it takes
But until then
She just fakes
"I'm okay"
She tries to say.
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