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Small simple safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets...
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals--
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight-
I want the pain of payment
What's left but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts
My sad sorry selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting - trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife
<3