Cuts
Cuts
It smells fresh and bloody like a new refreshment
It tastes like a new beginning that ends short
It sounds like screams for help and cries that no one hears till the end
It feels like fire to the skin,like a punishment for doing nothing but you
It looks like the start of something to end
Cuts are symphony of what life can do to you
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