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He Is The Slits On My Wrist

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Vanessa Nim

He is the slits on my wrist.

He is the blade

ripping through me,

and the blood

on my skin.

He is the pain

and the hurt,

the cause

and affect.

He is those damned slits

across my wrist.

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