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I draw the knife across my thigh,
A thin red line appears there.
The pain so sharp, like a drug.
Addicted to the ecstasy.
A red hot pain transformed to pleasure,
This sensation I will forever seek.
Yet another slice, another high.
The scars a perfect drawing upon my thighs.
Copyright © Angelita Becerra | Year Posted 2015
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